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."

decided to sell, just do

"You

my daughter. I used to think shares were better than cash-as long as The Wentworth Group was stable, that ten percent dividend would be a steady financial cushion for her. But now the company's changed hands, and the future's

to someone else," Briony said

way. Better just to hand them over to

"Why?"

lower, as a gesture. Consider it sending a clear signal to Fred," Stewart said, his tone low. "And make sure you promise

silence, then finally

phone back

it to his ear. "Anything else you need me to

when she negotiates with Ferdinand," Stewart said, voice dropping even lower. “And make sure a lawyer goes

own lawyers anyway. You worry too much. If

more;

the phone on the table, looking across at Briony. "Stewart wants me to be with you when you talk

there's nothing else, I'll head back to Skybreeze