The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 57

"Regarding the view from the clubhouse floor-to-ceiling windows that you and Mr. Sterling mentioned yesterday, the orientation has been adjusted. Now, there is a direct view of the sea from the interior, while avoiding the direct glare of the midday sun."

Kingsley's gaze fell on the dimensions of the window in the diagram, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Increase the height by another 30 centimeters so guests can see the ocean surface even while sitting on the sofa. Use a single pane of glass; I don't want any seams. But that will increase processing costs."

Lucy tapped the cost analysis table on the screen, her tone calm as she stated the objective facts.

Kingsley looked up at her, his tone certain. "This 'Lunar Tide' project demands quality. Costs can be a secondary concern."

Lucy didn't argue further and immediately marked the revision on the plan.

Just as she was about to switch to the next page, Kingsley suddenly spoke. "Why hasn't the position of that old oak tree in the courtyard been moved next to the pavilion like I said last time?"

Lucy paused, then looked up to explain.

"I checked the project's solar study data. Moving it there would block the light to the master bedroom, so I left it for now."

Kingsley fell silent for two seconds, glancing between the design and the solar data, before finally nodding. "Then we'll go with your plan."

An hour later, the reception room fell completely silent.

Lucy stared at the markings indicating necessary revisions, calculating silently: "I have to finish all of these today."

She looked up at Kingsley, her tone firm. "Give me two hours. I can finish the revised version. I'll need you to clear some time this afternoon to review it, Mr. Sherwood."

Emma immediately shook her head. "Lucy, I'm not going back either. I'll stay here with you."

Lucy nodded, opened her computer, and threw herself into work.

At noon, Kingsley went out for a business lunch. Shane happened to spot Lucy sitting by the café window and quickly reminded him, "Mr. Sherwood, Miss Lynwood is modifying the plans in the café."

Kingsley didn't stop walking. He glanced over and said indifferently, "Let her be. It's her freedom. Is the afternoon schedule set?"

"It's set. I've already told her assistant."

Shane muttered to himself. The moment the meeting ended, he had checked Mr. Sherwood's itinerary and locked in the time, not daring to be negligent—after all, this woman used to be the boss's wife.