The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 92

"So? You think I should see her?" Kingsley asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is The Sherwood Group or Cosmoscope Group so desperate for clients that we need to lower our standards to negotiate with her?"

Shane immediately lowered his head. "I wouldn't dare suggest that."

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped out.

Shane hurried ahead to open the rear door of the car for Kingsley. Kingsley slid into the backseat, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the leather armrest. His eyes narrowed slightly, lost in thought.

After a moment, he spoke. "Investigate the investment projects The Lynwood Group is currently pursuing. I want the results tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Sherwood. I'll get on it immediately," Shane replied.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Kingsley had just stepped into the lobby when he ran straight into Irma and Aria.

Irma immediately plastered a warm smile on her face and rushed over. "Kingsley!"

Hearing the voice, Kingsley's brows knit together instantly. His tone was freezing. "Do we know each other?"

Irma's smile stiffened, but she forced a laugh to smooth things over. "Look at me, old habits die hard. What a coincidence running into you here."

"I don't find it coincidental."

Kingsley didn't break stride, leaving only a cold retort in his wake.

Aria quickly stepped forward, softening her voice. "Kingsley, I waited for a long time downstairs at your company today. We were practically family once. I just want to talk to you about a collaboration on The Eastborough District project."

The heavy door slammed shut, leaving the two women outside.

Aria stared at the closed door and stomped her foot in anger. "Lucy is so stupid! She had a powerful, wealthy husband and just let him go! She divorced him and walked away with nothing! Mom, what do we do now?"

Irma's face was ashen. She gritted her teeth. "What else can we do? Call that ungrateful bitch! She can't just watch The Lynwood Group collapse!"

Aria nodded, a calculating look flashing in her eyes. "We'll say Dad is sick and get her to come back. If we can get The Sherwood Group to loosen their grip and give us even a small slice of the pie, it would be enough to keep The Lynwood Group afloat for a year."

She muttered under her breath, her tone filled with resentment, "If I had been the one to marry Kingsley back then, none of this would be happening. At least I wouldn't be like her—ignoring a good life and having no conscience, never helping the family business..."

Irma shook her head. "If we use your dad as an excuse, she won't buy it. We need another way."