Chapter 207
Kingsley stepped into his home and wasted no time.
He ordered Peter to investigate—with his current channels, he couldn’t dig up even a shred of key information about Lucy.
Seeing the message, Peter immediately fired back a teasing reply: [Kingsley, if even you can’t find info on someone and have to ask me, does that mean I’m better than you p>
Kingsley glanced at the childish provocation and didn’t even bother replying. He lit a cigar. As the smoke drifted past his brow, he dialed Thurston.
The moment the call connected, he got straight to the point. “I have a question. Do you know what Lucy has been doing in Switzerland for the past two years p>
Thurston’s frivolous laugh came through the receiver. “Kingsley, do you want the honest truth p>
“Are you speaking nonsense?” Kingsley’s tone was as cold as ice.
“The truth is, I don’t know.” Thurston sighed with a laugh. “You know that Jane won’t tell me anything about Lucy, precisely because she’s afraid I’ll leak it to you p>
He shifted gears, putting on a pitiful act. “Buddy, you haven’t seen how repressed my life has been these past two years p>
Kingsley found it ridiculous-Thurston had visited Switzerland just as often as Jane had.
“Thurston,” Kingsley’s voice deepened, “if I find out you’re hiding things from me, just wait p>
Thurston’s heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that he needed to practice boxing like Wyatt,
otherwise, a beating was inevitable. He quickly added, “I only know one thing. Lucy has money. Her mother left her a legacy when she passed p>
“You’re telling me nothing,” Kingsley scoffed. “She also has an identity as a casino owner. Did you know that p>
“I didn’t!” Thurston sounded genuinely surprised. “Lucy really hid that deep… What else do you know p>
The probing intent was obvious.
“She’s hiding things, and now you’re trying to fish information from me?” Kingsley heard the ploy and frowned deeply.
Thurston quickly changed the subject, his tone persuasive. “Man, you’re divorced. Whatever she does now has nothing to do with you p>
The words stung like a thorn, darkening Kingsley’s mood. He didn’t respond, simply hung up the phone. Fingering the device, he felt the call had been both superfluous and infuriating.
The next day, Lucy was bent over her desk sketching when her phone vibrated. Amessage from a subordinate: “Kingsley’s assistant delivered a box of cash. He said it’s compensation for ruining the guests’ mood yesterday p>
Her fingers tapped quickly: “Mmm. Accept it. Split it among yourselves as a bonus for your hard work p>
Just as she replied, a knock came at the door. Jules Holt walked in, holding a proposal which he gently placed on Lucy’s desk. “I saved this project specifically for you. It suits you p>
Lucy flipped through a few pages, then looked up at him, teasing, “You really don’t want me to have a moment of idle time, do you p>
A warm smile spread across Jules’s face, his voice soft. “Absolutely not. This project isn’t urgent, so take all the time you need.” He paused, then
added with playful hurt “Do I really come access as a stave driver to you p>