Chapter 230
As he continued flipping through the detailed preferences regarding Seven in the file, the fragmented yet vivid little details made the smile on his lips clearer, and an imperceptible warmth flooded his eyes.
At that moment, his phone vibrated. A short message popped up on the screen: [Come out. Waiting for you at the old place p>
Kingsley tapped the screen lightly, replying with a single “Okay,” then stood up, closed his laptop with a crisp motion, and turned to walk out of the study.
As soon as Kingsley stepped into the clubhouse, he ran into Wyatt and Ethan coming toward him.
Wyatt was wrapped in a white down jacket, a cigarette between his fingers. Seeing Kingsley, his eyes were full of challenging glint, his tone carrying an unyielding stubbornness. “Kingsley, when are you free? Let’s fight again p>
He still remembered the loss from last time and was determined to get revenge.
Kingsley looked up and swept a glance at him, his tone indifferent. “Anytime. Did you practice this time p>
“Is your skin itching again? Or do you want Dad to freeze your cards p>
Ethan, seeing this, lifted his leg and lightly kicked Wyatt, his tone full of helplessness.
“I’m getting revenge!” Wyatt stuck his neck out to argue, then hurriedly added, “Brother Ethan, I’ve been working properly lately. No messing around. No reason to freeze my cards p>
Afraid he would clash with Kingsley and lose out again, Ethan softened his tone to persuade him. “Be obedient. Work hard for now. Don’t make me worry p>
At this moment, Kingsley suddenly spoke, his gaze landing on Wyatt. “Tomorrow, I’ll have finance transfer you the money you spent on toys for Seven p>
He had seen it in the file tonight and kept it in mind.
Wyatt acted like he didn’t hear, throwing back a sentence without hesitation: “What did you say? I don’t understand p>
“He knows everything. Stop pretending,” Ethan chuckled from the side, puncturing his disguise.
Seeing that he knew, Wyatt simply stopped pretending. His tone carried a hint of hostility.
“So what if you know? Seven was raised by my sister alone, painstakingly. The things I buy for him have nothing to do with you p>
He paused, then deliberately dug at
him, “Even if you know about
Seven’s existence, what can you do? Are you capable of making him call you Daddy? He doesn’t even know you p>
With that, he strutted away without looking back.
Ethan looked at Kingsley, whose eyes had visibly dimmed, and quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Wyatt is straightforward and has no filter. Don’t hold it against him. He’s just like that-black and white, never changed since he was a kid p>
Wyatt’s words landed like a hard punch to the chest a truth Kingsley had no way to argue with.
But in the end, he said nothing.
For the sake of Wyatt’s genuine love and protection for Lucy and Seven, he wouldn’t take it to heart.
The two men walked side by side into the clubhouse.
In the private room, Thurston had been waiting for a long time. The glass in front of him was already filled with liquor.
Seeing Kingsley enter, he spoke first, his tone carrying a certain briskness.
“For the sake of brotherhood, I admit
I was wrong about the Seven
situation. But looking back, you’ve pitted me before 1go, so let’s call
If you still have anger you need ent, I can spar with you p>
As he spoke, Thurston picked up his glass and held it out toward Kingsley.
Kingsley didn’t respond verbally. He simply raised the glass in front of him, clinked it lightly against Thurston’s, and took a sip.
Ethan smiled and mediated from the side. “Look, Mr. Sherwood has such a big perspective. He’s not holding a grudge against you anymore p>
He also raised his glass and clinked it against Kingsley’s.
Kingsley remained silent, simply tipping his head back to drain the liquor in his glass.
Seeing his attitude, Thurston knew he truly intended to turn the page. He pulled out a cigar and handed it over.
Kingsley reached out and took it. His
fingertips rubbed against the cigar,
of
but he showed no intemembered
lighting it he suddenly remembered Seven saying that Thurston smelled bad because of the smoke.
Thinking of Seven, it seemed he would have to quit smoking, lest he be disliked by
his son in the future.