Chapter 130
When Kingsley landed, the UK was wrapped in continuous, dreary rain.
As the car stopped, he headed straight for the residence. Xavier followed, handing over a schedule and mentioning, “Your mother called. She wants you to bid on a diamond necklace for her p>
Kingsley glanced at the schedule. “Tell her to transfer the money p>
Xavier paused, uncertain. “Mr. Sherwood, are you serious p>
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Kingsley looked up.
“Understood.” Xavier turned to leave, but heard Kingsley add, “If she has no money,
tell her to ask Winston Sherwood p>
Xavier froze, opened his mouth, and finally managed a vague “Oh p>
Kingsley’s phone vibrated. A message from Peter: [Your ex-wife has quite the charm p>
Attached was a video. Lucy, in a silver gown, was surrounded by several blond men. She wore a polite smile, looking more like she was handling clients than dealing with harassment.
A second message followed: [Her knight has arrived. Those guys have no chance p>
Kingsley’s finger hovered over the screen. He didn’t reply to Peter. Instead, he sent a new instruction to Xavier.
The next day, after a meeting, Kingsley’s phone rang. It was Winston.
He answered. Winston’s voice came through immediately. “You told your assistant to ask me and your mother for money p>
Kingsley leaned against the desk, staring at the grey sky outside. “She wants the necklace p>
“Are you really that short?” Winston sounded helpless. “Just get it. I’ve got it covered p>
“Spoiling her like that… she might not even remember your kindness,” Kingsley smirked cynically.
“Our family owes her.” Winston’s voice deepened, firm and unquestionable.
Kingsley gave a soft, dismissive scoff. “Goodbye p>
“I spoil her because I’m her husband! You’re almost thirty, take care of yourself p>
Winston added quickly before the line cut.
Kingsley gave a low hum and hung up.
That afternoon, tied up with work, Kingsley sent Xavier to the auction.
Xavier secured the items as instructed. By evening, work finished, Kingsley boarded a flight directly to Switzerland.
Switzerland, afternoon.
Lucy watched Seven in her arms, her eyes soft. Since starting preschool, the boy’s speech had improved significantly.
Today was her day off, and they had spent hours playing outside.
Shortly after they got home, Jules arrived carrying a gift box-a red remote-control racing car.
“He probably can’t play with this yet,” Lucy laughed.
“It’s fine, I’ll teach him,” Jules said, squatting down to help Seven open it.
Seeing the bright red car, Seven’s eyes lit up. “Thank you p>
“You’re welcome. Can you say my name?” Jules reached out to pat his head, then stopped-he hadn’t washed his hands yet.
Seven blinked his round eyes. “Mr… Jules p>
Jules stood up, grinning at Lucy. “Look at him! Two weeks, and he’s already getting sharper p>
“Only with a few words,” Lucy said proudly. “But our Seven speaks three languages now. That’s pretty amazing p>
Seven looked up, basking in the praise. “Mama!” he shouted sweetly.
Lucy laughed and ruffled his hair. Jules installed the batteries and sat
on the playing with the on the carp longs to
Seven giggled.
An hour later, Kingsley landed. Xavier followed him into the car. “Have Shane send the project files p>
“Okay.” Xavier pulled out his phone.
Kingsley scrolled through his
messages-only project updates et
and group chats. He ignored them and gossed the phone onto the empty seat.
Then, Peter messaged: [Landed p>
Kingsley: [Yeah p>
Peter: [OMY p>
Sure enough, moments after Kingsley arrived at his residence, Peter appeared. He saw Kingsley sunk into the sofa and waved a document bag Project proposal. I know you’re busy, so I’m being considerate. Finish this early, and you can go back early p>
Kingsley flipped through the proposal. “Should I thank you for your thoughtfulness p>
“Do we need that between us?” Peter lit a cigar. “Kingsley, since when is
Switzerland so attractive? Is it for a woman p>
Kingsley didn’t look up. “Not for you, anyway p>
Peter clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me p>
Kingsley closed the folder. “Nothing to do with me p>
Peter laughed, puffing on his cigar. Kingsley glanced at him. “You can go now p>
“Not leaving tonight. Put me up?” Peter asked shamelessly.
Kingsley’s lips parted slightly. “Suit yourself.” he said.