Chapter 51
Kingsley’s gaze paused for a second before shifting away with cold indifference. “To Cosmoscope Group,” he ordered the driver.
No sooner had he spoken than his phone screen lit up. It was a message from Joyce: [Kingsley, you’ll be with me for my birthday tonight, right p>
It took a moment before Kingsley tapped out a reply with his fingertips: [I have a business engagement tonight. I’ll have someone send your gift over p>
Joyce’s response popped up almost instantly: [Okay, well, you can come over after you’re done. Just accompanying me to cut the cake would be enough p>
This time, Kingsley didn’t reply. He tossed the phone aside onto the seat.
Half an hour later, Kingsley arrived at the top floor via private elevator. Shane stepped forward briskly and pushed open the office door for him.
Seeing Shane, whom they hadn’t seen in a while, the secretaries in the main office immediately gathered to gossip in hushed tones. One of them asked with a grin, “Shane, rumors are flying that Mr. Sherwood is in a relationship. Is it true p>
Shane glanced at them with a look of helplessness. “And you trust that? From outlets that get paid to make things up p>
“I knew it!” another secretary chimed in immediately. “Mr. Sherwood’s taste wouldn’t be that bad p>
“They say she’s Mr. Sherwood’s childhood sweetheart. And that Mr. Sherwood divorced just for her p>
As they chattered over one another, Shane cut in. “Stop with the gossip and get back to work. If Mr. Sherwood hears you, forget about your year-end bonuses; you won’t even keep your jobs p>
As he spoke, Shane frowned slightly, recalling recent events. He added a silent thought: “I got the title right for Ms. Lynwood today. So how come Mr. Sherwood didn’t say a word about giving me back my bonus p>
“Shane, do you still have your bonus? We’re dying to know!” someone asked, ignoring the danger.
“Stop fishing! Any more whispering and you’re all staying late to help me work overtime tonight,” Shane warned, feigning sternness.
The word “overtime” worked like magic. The secretaries instantly zipped their lips and buried their heads in their work, restoring silence to the office.
Kingsley entered his office, and his phone began to vibrate with a video call request from Thurston.
He swiped it away and switched to voice only.
“Why not take the video?” Thurston’s voice carried a teasing lilt.
Kingsley placed the phone on his desk and picked up a file to review, his tone frosty. “If you have something to say, say it. I’m busy p>
“I’m putting a hundred million into the land project in the Eastborough District,” Thurston said, his voice instantly turning serious.
“Suit yourself,” Kingsley replied indifferently, his pen not stopping.
“Where are you now? I’ll come find you to sign the contract, and we can grab dinner p>
“Cosmoscope Group.” Kingsley was concise. As the words fell, his pen paused, and he signed his name with a flourish at the bottom of the document before snapping the file shut and pushing it aside.
Thurston started to say something else, but Kingsley hung up directly.
Just then, a message from Sean popped up.
Kingsley clicked it open. His fingers paused, his eyes unreadable and dark.
He tapped out a reply: [I have no issue on my end. You have to ask her p>
Sean’s reply came quickly: [Lucy should have even less of an issue-after all, the way she looks at you now is no different from how she looks at a stranger. If didn’t say you were her ex-husband, people would think you two didn’t know each other. I’ll let you know later p>
Seeing the word “stranger,” Kingsley’s eyes darkened abruptly.
He pulled a cigarette from his case, lit it, and watched the scarlet ember glow and fade The smoke drifted slovely, blurring the complex
ons in his eyes.