The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 48

Kingsley stepped out of The Siren Bar and checked the time on his wrist.

Thurston and Ethan followed closely behind.

Lucy had consumed two cocktails, but the alcohol barely affected her; she remained perfectly clear-headed. Jane, who hadn't touched a drop, turned to Thurston. "Lucy and I are heading back. Remember to call a designated driver."

Thurston nodded. "Yeah, be safe on the road. Call me if you need anything."

As Lucy walked with Jane toward the parking lot, a bright yellow sports car smoothly glided into a space, the engine purring to a stop. Several other flashy sports cars pulled in behind it.

Just as Lucy held onto Jane's arm, the door of the yellow car opened. Wyatt stepped out, spotted them immediately, and shouted, "Lucy! Jane!"

Lucy stopped and turned, smiling. "Here for a drink too?"

Jane nodded in greeting.

"Yeah," Wyatt replied, wearing a white shirt, his silver hair standing out starkly under the parking lot lights. He walked quickly toward them. "Are you heading home? Need a ride?"

Lucy smiled, teasing, "A ride? Can your car even fit us?"

"Don't worry, I have plenty of cars," Wyatt waved his hand dismissively.

"No worries, I've got it," Jane said with a gentle smile. "I didn't drink, so I can drive. You go on ahead."

Kingsley stood nearby, a lit cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling into the night air. Thurston waited beside him, clearly intending to see Jane off before leaving.

Seeing them leave, Ethan downed the last of his drink and walked out as well. He followed their gaze to the parking lot, raising an eyebrow at Wyatt's conspicuous silver hair. "Oh? Do they know Wyatt? Or is Wyatt hitting on them?"

Wyatt laughed and agreed, but when his eyes landed on Kingsley, the smile vanished, replaced by obvious provocation.

Kingsley's eyes turned cold, his imposing aura instantly suppressing the younger man. He hadn't known Wyatt's identity before, but hearing him call Ethan "Brother" made it clear.

He warned coldly, "Stay away from Joyce. Don't provoke her."

"What's wrong with me trying to pursue her?" Wyatt retorted, not backing down.

"Take some time to understand the definition of 'harassment,'" Kingsley's tone dropped closer to freezing.

"I'm an uneducated guy, so I don't get it.!" Wyatt threw back the insult and turned to walk away.