Chapter 35
“If I’m not busy, I’ll go,” Kingsley answered, his tone flat and unreadable. After Joyce left, Kingsley stood up and walked out of the reception room.
Shane saw the dessert on the table. He carefully packed it back into the box, carried it into the office, and said softly, “Mr. Sherwood, the dessert Miss Mason gave you.” Kingsley glanced at the box. “Take it out. Share it amongst yourselves p>
With that, he reached for the cigarettes on the table. Just as his fingers touched the pack, he looked up and stopped Shane, who was turning to leave. “By the way, find out who was harassing Joyce p>
“Yes, Mr. Sherwood. I’ll get on it right away.” Shane responded immediately and left the office without pausing.
The moment the office door closed, Kingsley held a cigarette between his fingers, smoke slowly rising around his hand.
He had just taken a drag when his phone vibrated—a message from the group chat.
Ethan had sent a photo to the group and specifically tagged Kingsley: [This is your ex-wife, right p>
Although Ethan lived abroad year-round, he had met Lucy when she married Kingsley, so he recognized her at a glance.
Kingsley opened the photo.
On the screen, Lucy was wearing a champagne-colored long gown, her figure curvaceous and exquisite. She held a glass of champagne in one hand and held a man’s arm with the other, her smile bright and bold.
That vivid smile of hers struck him as almost sharp.
Seeing that Kingsley delayed in replying, Ethan sent another message, followed by a voice note [Where are you? Your ex-wife is way prettier than your Joyce. Her aura is amazing-a total queen! Kingsley, you have a sharp eye for investments, but your taste in
women is terrible p>
The moment the voice note was sent, Ethan received a system notification: [You have been removed from the group chat p>
Staring at the screen, he instantly flared up in anger and immediately opened a private chat with Kingsley: [Are you sick p>
Kingsley replied with a single sentence, his tone cold: [Say one more word, and I’ll block you on WhatsApp too p>
Ethan looked at the chat box and could only manage an ellipsis: p>
Meanwhile, in the group, Thurston saw the photo and the dialogue. He quickly messaged Ethan privately: [Why send that photo? Do you have nothing better to do p>
[I sent a picture of Kingsley’s ex. What’s it to you? You might want to worry about your own wife making you kneel when you get back.] Ethan replied irritably.
Thurston didn’t bother arguing with him. He warned directly: [Are you asking for trouble? Hurry up and go back to your lab! And don’t send news about his ex-wife again of he might beat you up Content belong’s
He knew perfectly well that if Ethan posted things he shouldn’t, Jane would likely pin the blame on him.
Ethan replied quickly: [You think I wanted to come? My mom forced me to attend this stupid wedding. It’s a waste of time! Fine, fine, I’m going to sleep p>
Back in the office, Kingsley had been sitting at his desk smoking since seeing the photo. His eyes were dark and unreadable.
It wasn’t until Shane knocked and entered that the silence in his eyes finally shifted.
“Mr. Sherwood, I found out,” Shane reported, placing a file on the table. “The person pestering Miss Mason is Dr. Sterling’s cousin. He blocked her path every day. However, since the video of you and Miss Mason attending the banquet together, came out, he seems to have given up p>
The cigarette in Kingsley’s fingers had burned to the end. He stubbed it out in the
ashtray and simply grunted, “OK. You can go p>