Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 11

They had started the meeting without him because they didn't think he'd make it. Aside Kage, he was the most arrogant member of the family.

He stood at the door, a wide smile on his face as he regarded the scene.

"Oooh. A mini-fight taking place. Hope I haven't missed the fun part?" He chuckled as he made his way in.

"Lancelot. You're late. Mr. Sam said.

"Yeah. I know, uncle. I know how to read a clock."

Walking past them, he went over to the wine counter where he poured himself some wine. He drank from his glass as he joined them.

"So, what did I miss?" He plonked into one of the chairs, next to a female cousin.

"We were just discussing a spy in the company. We don't know who it is yet." Kage answered, his cold eyes on him.

His gaze shifting to Kage, he smiled like he was just noticing him for the first time.

"Goodness" My dear dear Kage!" He stood up, heading over to Kage's seat.

There was an empty spot next to him, which he happily took

"Bro. Ive missed you! It's been what, four years?"

Lancelot had been out of the country for years and only returned a week ago.

He put a hand on the armrest, above Kage's shoulders.

"Don't tell me you didn't miss me, bro. I'm gonna be so hurt."

A low chuckle rumbled from Kage's heart. "The only thing I missed is your funeral.

"Ouch. Lancelot put a hand to his chest, feigning being hurt.

heartbroken when he learnt his grandfather had willed half of the company to Kage. The sick old man - he had thought. "Get off my spot, Lan. I don't want

like

at his hand still resting

with him, he said, "believe me, you wouldn't want me to ask

laughed, but it lacked humour. He was already upset and it stemmed form the fact that he knew how crazy Kage could

He stood up.

two got divorced already. That's quite

Kage's eyes, although he wouldn't deny feeling a little curious. What unfinished business was the asshole

sit, Lancelot, please. We came here to resolve an issue,

returned to his previous

was Kage's turn

meeting can go on without me. I'm sure we all know, without a doubt, that I'm not the spy. And we also know whoever the spy is will never reveal

ton us.

You can't

wrong with our forthcoming projects, I'll haunt you to the ends of the earth. I'll damn the consequences

chilling silence enveloped the room. Turning around,

office. He put a call through to his secretary, the phone being on speaker and resting on the space beside him, while he operated his laptop on his thighs "What do I

his appointments for the day, one of them being the contract signing

her throat. "A... About Mr. Ambrose's

curious enough to

out Joyce, or get off my phone,"

"It's... It's your ex-wife."

could swear his heart had stopped beating, and

full minute, he was still, words unable to

He struggled to

it'd be

ex-wife, sir. Sylvie Hawkins. Sorry, Price.

began beating again. But his

she

questions were stuck in

"When is the meeting?"

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