The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 35

"If I'm not busy, I'll go," Kingsley answered, his tone flat and unreadable.

After Joyce left, Kingsley stood up and walked out of the reception room.

Shane saw the dessert on the table. He carefully packed it back into the box, carried it into the office, and said softly, "Mr. Sherwood, the dessert Miss Mason gave you."

Kingsley glanced at the box. "Take it out. Share it amongst yourselves."

With that, he reached for the cigarettes on the table. Just as his fingers touched the pack, he looked up and stopped Shane, who was turning to leave. "By the way, find out who was harassing Joyce."

"Yes, Mr. Sherwood. I'll get on it right away." Shane responded immediately and left the office without pausing.

The moment the office door closed, Kingsley held a cigarette between his fingers, smoke slowly rising around his hand.

He had just taken a drag when his phone vibrated—a message from the group chat.

Ethan had sent a photo to the group and specifically tagged Kingsley: [This is your ex-wife, right?]

Although Ethan lived abroad year-round, he had met Lucy when she married Kingsley, so he recognized her at a glance.

Kingsley opened the photo.

On the screen, Lucy was wearing a champagne-colored long gown, her figure curvaceous and exquisite. She held a glass of champagne in one hand and held a man's arm with the other, her smile bright and bold.

That vivid smile of hers struck him as almost sharp.

He knew perfectly well that if Ethan posted things he shouldn't, Jane would likely pin the blame on him.

Ethan replied quickly: [You think I wanted to come? My mom forced me to attend this stupid wedding. It's a waste of time! Fine, fine, I'm going to sleep.]

Back in the office, Kingsley had been sitting at his desk smoking since seeing the photo. His eyes were dark and unreadable.

It wasn't until Shane knocked and entered that the silence in his eyes finally shifted.

"Mr. Sherwood, I found out," Shane reported, placing a file on the table. "The person pestering Miss Mason is Dr. Sterling's cousin. He blocked her path every day. However, since the video of you and Miss Mason attending the banquet together came out, he seems to have given up."

The cigarette in Kingsley's fingers had burned to the end. He stubbed it out in the ashtray and simply grunted, "OK. You can go."