The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 184

Kingsley sat in the back seat, his fingers rubbing repeatedly against his phone screen, the fire in his heart burning hotter by the second. The thought of Jules's beaming face next to Lucy's, trending together and being praised by the entire internet as a "match made in heaven," was unbearable.

He was determined to take the trending topic down.

A moment later, he opened his chat with Jules and tapped out a message:

[Mr. Holt certainly has good methods. Relying on women to generate hype just to get eyeballs for your company?]

The black sedan drove smoothly through the night. Jules's fingers had just touched his phone screen when he saw the message from Kingsley.

The corners of his lips hooked into a faint smile. He turned to Lucy, who was looking out the window beside him. "Don't worry about the trending topic earlier. Someone will have it taken down within five minutes."

Lucy withdrew her gaze, a look of understanding in her eyes. "Did some celebrity scandal pop up to overshadow it?"

"Who knows," Jules said, his tone casual, though his fingers typed rapidly on the screen. "Anyway, someone is more anxious to take it down than we are."

Seeing the unconcealed amusement in his eyes, Lucy already had the answer in her heart, so she didn't ask further. She turned her gaze back to the neon lights flashing past the window.

Jules lowered his eyes and typed a reply to Kingsley's message: [Being on the trending list with Lucy and being discussed together is my honor. On the other hand, Mr. Sherwood, I'm afraid you don't have that opportunity.]

On the other side, Kingsley stared at the sentence on the screen, dripping with provocation. The air around him instantly froze.

He gripped the phone so hard his knuckles protruded, veins popping on the back of his hand as if he might crush the device in the next second.

The thought that Lucy was currently with Jules, and that the admiration in that man's eyes was barely concealable, made the fire in his heart crackle and burn.

"Go to Englewood," Kingsley said suddenly, his voice hard and cold.

About ten minutes later, blinding headlights cut through the night, and a black Rolls-Royce Ghost slowly approached.

Kingsley's gaze froze instantly. He was oblivious to the cigarette burning down to his fingertips.

As soon as the car stopped, Jules got out first. He moved naturally to the other side and opened the door like a gentleman.

The next second, Lucy appeared in her black evening gown, a black suit jacket that clearly belonged to Jules draped over her shoulders. The night breeze fluttered the hem of the coat, making the interaction between the two look exceptionally intimate.

This scene was like a fine needle piercing fiercely into Kingsley's heart.

He stared fixedly at the two figures standing side by side. Even his breathing became heavy. The anger and bitterness churning in his eyes intertwined, threatening to drown him.