The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 88

After getting out of the car, Kingsley didn't stop but walked straight toward the group.

Thurston spotted him first, a smile curling his lips as he called out, "Mr. Sherwood is here."

Wyatt turned at the sound. His gaze swept over Kingsley, filled with unconcealed provocation.

Kingsley caught the look, meeting it with cold, dark eyes that instantly suppressed the atmosphere.

Standing nearby, Sean introduced Kingsley to Wyatt. "This is the President of Cosmoscope Group and Sherwood Group, Kingsley Sherwood."

"Bro, I know him!" Wyatt forced a fake smile, his tone deliberately prickly. "Lucy's scumbag... ex-husband. My former brother-in-law."

Sean elbowed Wyatt surreptitiously, glancing quickly at Kingsley's suddenly frosty face while glaring at Wyatt with eyes that screamed "shut up".

Kingsley didn't lose his temper. Instead, he spoke faintly, his tone carrying a distant mockery. "Former brother-in-law? If I remember correctly, Lucy only has a stepsister. When did a younger brother appear?"

Thurston quickly stepped forward, patting Wyatt on the shoulder while lowering his voice to mediate. "It's all in the past. Don't drag the two of them together anymore. It's pointless."

Kingsley couldn't be bothered to argue with Wyatt. He took a club from the caddy. Gripping the shaft lightly, he bent slightly to adjust his stance. In the next instant, the club head struck the white ball with precision—the ball arced perfectly through the air, flying steadily toward the hole.

He swung several times, each shot landing with pinpoint accuracy.

Thurston watched clearly from the side, clapping in praise. "Mr. Sherwood's skills are amazing every time!"

Wyatt nodded immediately, excitement flashing in his eyes. "Sure, just what I was thinking."

As the two prepared to compete, Sean turned to Kingsley and brought up another matter. "Your twenty million seems to have been donated to charity by The Holt Group—it was likely Miss Lynwood's idea. Actually, it's not bad. The money wasn't wasted; you built up some good karma."

He had seen it in the news that morning.

Kingsley showed no surprise. When they divorced, Lucy hadn't asked for a penny. She certainly wouldn't accept his money now.

"That is their freedom," he replied indifferently. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to Sean and added, "Also, bring your brain next time you sign a contract."