Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Hannah burst out, "Can you believe Sophia quoted Mr. Ferguson half our price? It's obvious she's targeting us on purpose!"

Half the price?

Briony just smiled.

"Briony! How are you still smiling right now?" Hannah glared at her, frustrated. "That's downright underhanded! She's blatantly breaking the rules-completely shameless!"

"It's fine." Briony patted Hannah's shoulder reassuringly. "Mr. Ferguson will come back to us."

At those words, Hannah finally relaxed. Briony never made promises lightly-if she said it with that kind of certainty, she must have a plan.

Sure enough, on the night of the Lantern Festival, Mr. Ferguson called again.

Sophia had messed up-badly.

She'd botched the restoration of a late 19th-century porcelain vase, leaving it almost unrecognizable.

Now, Mr. Ferguson had no choice but to come back to Briony.

Briony told Hannah to refuse his request

who had no sense of professional ethics. Even when Mr.

Ferguson turned around

was thrown into

the studio all afternoon, hoping to catch her. He

staff had left. Hannah was the last to go; when she spotted Leander still waiting, she offered a "helpful” reminder: "Sorry, Mr. Hudson, but our boss already

here the whole time-I didn't see

smiled. "We have two exits. She used the other

Leander, slow as he sometimes was, realized what was going on. Briony

darkened as he stalked away in

...

but today was the Lantern Festival, and

of it, even scolded him, but Stewart

asked him to

Carl pulled up out front. Stewart, dressed head-to-toe in black, climbed into the car, careful