Chapter 110
He had only learned this word last night, so his pronunciation was still a bit clumsy. After saying it, he turned back to focus intently on the blocks in his hands.
Wyatt felt his heart warm at the soft “Uncle.” He rubbed the boy’s head again, grinning. “Our Seven is such a good boy! Uncle is going to spoil you rotten from now on p>
In France.
Kingsley went straight to the Sherwood Subsidiary upon landing.
The branch manager was already waiting in the lobby. Seeing Kingsley approach in
a black pinstripe coat, looking imposing, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully. “Mr. Sherwood p>
Kingsley glanced at him, his voice low and powerful. “Notify all department heads. Meeting in ten minutes p>
“Yes, Mr. Sherwood. I’ll arrange it immediately p>
The manager hurried off to relay the order.
Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the conference room was solemn.
Kingsley sat at the head of the table. The screen in front of him projected data on the Sherwood Realty project. Beside him, Shane typed rapidly, recording the minutes.
As the meeting moved to project timelines, Kingsley’s phone vibrated.
He glanced at the screen. It was a mention from Ethan in the group chat: [Why did you go to France p>
He looked away expressionlessly, ignoring it, and continued listening to the team’s report.
The group chat didn’t quiet down. Thurston chimed in immediately: [Oh, in France? Working p>
Ethan replied instantly: [If not working, what else? Chasing girls p>
Kingsley paid no attention to their banter.
He tapped the table lightly, signaling the presenting employee. “Continue. Detail the planning for the new plot in Paris p>
Clearly, his focus was entirely on advancing the Sherwood Group’s overseas real estate projects, with no energy to spare for jokes.
By the time the meeting ended, it was dark outside. Night had enveloped France.
On the way back to the hotel, Kingsley received a text from Thurston: [I’m coming to find you. Let’s drink tonight! See you in an hour p>
He glanced at the screen and replied with a single “OK p>
Back at the hotel, Kingsley ordered room service, then opened his laptop to finish some remaining work.
Just as he finished, the doorbell rang.
He opened the door to find a travel-worn Thurston.
Thurston lifted his chin, looking like he expected praise. “Surprised? I left my wife just to come see you. Touched p>
“Why don’t you admit she just doesn’t need you following her around?” Kingsley pierced the lie ruthlessly.
Thurston rolled his eyes. “Get lost p>
Jane was glued to Lucy all day and basically forbade him from tagging along.
He tossed his coat onto the sofa and
tdown. Before he could get
comble, he heard Kingsleret
say
“I’m flying to Switzerland tomorrow
“What are you going to Switzerland for?” Thurston sat up straight instantly, his eyes full of wariness.
Kingsley picked up the red wine on
the table, uncorked it, and poured it into a decanter. His tone was flat. “The branch has a mid-year meeting
Thurston let out a breath and leaned back. “Oh, you don’t really need to go to that,
do you? Don’t you usually send the VP p>
Kingsley looked up, his ink-black eyes staring coldly at him. ” aren’t you managing a
bit too much p>
Thurston slumped on the sofa,
brazening it out. “I’m worried youret
overwork yourself. Can’t care about. you. You have no sense of
romance p>
“Do you even believe that yourself p>
Kingsley rubbed his thumb over his phone, his voice faint, tinged with mockery.