The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 211

Kingsley's cheek burned with a stinging heat. Lucy had put her full weight behind that slap, leaving a dark, spreading stain on the fabric of his left sleeve where she had struck him.

Lucy turned and descended the stairs, leaving without a backward glance.

Kingsley didn’t chase after her. Instead, he walked out of the office and headed straight for the basement.

In the dim light of the basement, a man was kneeling on the floor, his neck stiff with defiance, refusing to talk.

Kingsley took the gun Xavier handed him. Without a second of hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through the man’s palm.

A bloodcurdling scream instantly filled the room, yet the man, trembling in agony, still refused to confess.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his own arm, Kingsley raised his hand to cock the gun again. He pressed the cold muzzle against the man’s other hand. "Since you’re so tight-lipped and enjoy smashing things, losing the use of both hands seems appropriate. It saves me the trouble."

That sentence finally shattered the man's defenses. Shaking violently, he spilled everything, detailing every incident one by one.

Kingsley handed the gun back to Xavier. His gaze swept over the manager standing nearby as he uttered a few cold words: "Root them out completely."

"Got it," the manager responded, his tone devoid of hesitation.

When Kingsley had first entered, Xavier had noticed the redness on his cheek and the faint, metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. He didn't need to guess—the wound on Kingsley's shoulder had torn open again.

He quickly followed Kingsley, unable to hide the worry in his voice.

"Mr. Sherwood, the doctor emphasized that the wound cannot be reopened repeatedly, or the healing process will be significantly delayed."

"I know. It won't kill me." Kingsley strode out of the casino, his long legs covering ground quickly. Without stopping, he asked, "Is the ointment in the car?"

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