Chapter 127
The message was from Peter, and his intentions couldn’t have been more
transparent.
Shane glanced up at his boss’s expression and sighed inwardly. Wasn’t this just blatantly ripping open Mr. Sherwood’s old wounds? Then again, perhaps it wasn’t a wound at all.
In all likelihood, Peter was trying to persuade Mr. Sherwood to move on.
Kingsley lowered his gaze to the screen. In the video, Lucy was chatting happily with Jules, both of their faces lit up with relaxed, genuine smiles.
His eyes darkened instantly. “Do they look like a match?” he asked abruptly, his voice cold.
Shane answered without thinking, “No way! Definitely not a match. Mr. Holt clearly isn’t Miss Lynwood’s type p>
“Oh?” Kingsley looked up at him, a playful yet dangerous edge to his tone. “You know her well? You’re close p>
Shane’s heart skipped a beat. He cursed himself silently-his attempt at flattery had backfired spectacularly.
He quickly composed his features and scrambled for a safe answer. “I don’t know Miss Lynwood personally, sir, but based on my observation, I’d say she leans more towards men who are… mature and steady p>
Kingsley didn’t respond. After a few seconds of heavy silence, he issued a calm order.
“Have HR recruit a new executive assistant. Specifically to handle affairs for the Cosmoscope Group p>
Shane’s eyes lit up. Another assistant meant his workload would be cut in half.
Suppressing his delight, he replied, “Understood! Will you be conducting the final interview yourself p>
“No need. You handle it,” Kingsley said flatly. “After all, they’ll be working alongside you p>
“You got it!” Shane agreed readily, then paused to clarify, “Should I look for a male or female assistant p>
Kingsley glanced at him, his answer concise. “Male p>
Shane quickly placed the documents in his hand onto the side table. “Alright. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go make the arrangements p>
As soon as the office door clicked shut, Kingsley picked up his phone and dialed Sean.
The call was answered almost immediately, Sean’s teasing voice coming through the speaker. “Well, well, Mr. Sherwood calling me personally Did you miss me
“Status update on the design for Project Lunar Tide p>
Kingsley ignored the banter completely, his tone businesslike and frosty.
Sean scoffed. “The progress is
posted daily in the project group chat. Do you really need to call just for that? Lucy and the lead architect have already reported on the design issues there p>
He paused, then added pointedly, “She most likely isn’t coming back to the country p>
“Who asked?” Kingsley said, his finger already on the end-call button.
“You didn’t ask, I was just
overthinking it,” Sean pivoted
effortlessly, his voice now filled with
curiosity. “But seriously, what did you do to Wyatt? His motivation has been off the charts since he got back. He even signed up for boxing classes and German lessons. Did the sun rise in the west p>
“He has people protecting him. Who would dare touch him?” Kingsley’s voice was flat, betraying no emotion.
“Oh Sean drawled, a mischievous smirk evident in his tone. “I’m guessing the boxing is for you. But German? It can’t be for Lucy p>
Before he could finish, the line went dead.
Kingsley gripped his phone, his knuckles whitening slightly as he murmured to himself, “A younger brother protecting her, and a boss who adores her p>
As the words hung in the air, the atmosphere in the office seemed to sour with a faint, lingering scent of jealousy.