Chapter 87
When Lucy saw the friend request, her finger didn’t hesitate for a second. She tapped reject.
The next day, Shane arrived at The Vista Gardens to report on work. Kingsley had already finished breakfast and was sitting on the sofa, idly swiping through his tablet.
“Good morning, Mr. Sherwood,” Shane nodded respectfully. His gaze swept over Paula standing nearby, and he offered a warm smile and a nod.
Just as he was about to take out the files to begin his report, Kingsley lifted his eyes and ordered calmly, “Go to the storage room. Contact Lucy later and ask if she still wants those things p>
Shane paused, surprised. Paula stepped in to explain, “It’s the birthday gifts the brands have sent to Miss Lynwood over the last two years. They’ve been kept in there p>
“Okay.” Shane nodded in realization and followed Paula to the first-floor storage room.
When the door opened, he found a corner piled high with boxes. It was a dazzling array of items; the quantity was significant. He took a photo with his phone and muttered quietly, “Given Miss Lynwood’s temperament, these things are probably destined for the trash can p>
Paula, who also understood Lucy’s temper, sighed. “Exactly. But ask anyway. It would be a pity to just throw them out p>
At Sherwood Group, during the morning meeting, Kingsley sat at the head of the table, his long fingers flipping through the documents before him.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, “Turn the planning proposal for the South City plot to page 17 p>
His finger stopped on a specific page, and he looked up, scanning the directors present. “Regarding the plot ratio adjustment plan submitted by the design institute last week, the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development provided three points of feedback. The requirement regarding the green space ratio must be met. This is critical for obtaining the permit; there can be no compromise p>
He paused, his fingertips tapping the table lightly Additionally, the
for the West City project has dragged on for half a month.
application for the pre-sale net
legal department must submit the supplementary materials today. If there are no results by next week, the project manager will answer to me directly in my office p>
Finally, he closed the file, his voice deepening. The signals of a rebound in the real estate market for the second half of the year are clear, but we cannot be rash. The financial director will report the capitat recovery progress of each project to me individually every Friday before close of business p>
The financial director nodded. “Received, Mr. Sherwood p>
The meeting lasted nearly an hour. When it adjourned, Kingsley stood up first and walked out of the conference room with steady strides. Shane followed closely behind, daring not to delay.
Kingsley had been back in his office for less than half an hour when he got up to leave again. Shane quickly followed, pressing the elevator button.
While waiting, Shane calculated in his mind: he needed to find the right time to call Miss Lynwood. With the time difference, he didn’t want to disturb her rest.
But he didn’t have Lucy’s contact information, and asking about the gifts in the work group would just be letting everyone gossip.
The elevator dinged, and Kingsley stepped in. Shane followed and chose his words carefully. “Mr. Sherwood, Mr. Thurston called.
earlier le wants you to take him of the blacklist. He said it’s fine to
interact normally for work
Kingsley watched the elevator doors close, his tone unperturbed. “Tell him to keep
his distance. I’ll be at the game; he’d better not show his face p>
“Okay,” Shane replied, taking out his phone to relay the message to Thurston.
Forty minutes later, dressed in golf attire, Kingsley arrived at the appointed green.
From a distance, he saw several people standing on the grass. One figure looked familiar—it was Wyatt, though his trademark silver hair was gone, replaced by a sharp black cut.