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."

to sell, just do it-sell

frowned. "You

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

could sell them to someone else," Briony said

just to hand

"Why?"

gesture. Consider it sending a clear signal to Fred," Stewart said, his tone low. "And make sure you promise Ferdinand that Mario will

silence, then finally

the phone

to his ear. "Anything else you need

even lower. “And make sure a lawyer

her own lawyers anyway. You worry too much. If

said nothing more; the call

table, looking across at Briony. "Stewart wants me to be with you

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