Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The phone rang twice before Stewart picked up.

"Stewart, Ms. Kensington wants to discuss something with you... Okay, I'll hand the phone over."

Cedric Clarke passed the phone to Briony.

Taking it, Briony said, "I'd like to talk to you about the Little Nina shares."

Stewart's deep, gravelly voice came through the receiver. "What's on your mind?"

"I want to sell them," Briony replied evenly. "Ferdinand's called several times

asking to discuss the shares. I assume he's doing it for Fred."

There was a pause on the other end. Then Stewart asked, "Do you trust Ferdinand?"

"If he weren't Fred's son, maybe I would," Briony answered matter-of-factly. "Stewart, Fred's running The Wentworth Group now, and you two never got along. I'm worried Fred might take things out on the kids because of you. That's why I don't want any more ties to The Wentworth Group."

If you've decided to sell, just do it-sell

"You

as The Wentworth Group was stable, that ten percent dividend

to someone else,"

selling either way. Better just

"Why?"

price a little lower, as a gesture. Consider it sending a clear signal to Fred," Stewart said, his tone low. "And make sure you promise Ferdinand that Mario will never return to the Wentworth

in silence, then finally murmured,

the phone back to Cedric

ear. "Anything else

she negotiates with Ferdinand," Stewart said, voice dropping even lower.

Cedric muttered. "She's got her own lawyers anyway. You

said nothing more;

looking across at Briony. "Stewart wants me to be with you when you talk to Ferdinand.

stood up. "Yeah. If there's nothing else,