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."

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

frowned. "You

percent dividend would be a steady financial cushion for her. But now the company's changed hands, and

sell them to

selling either way. Better just to

"Why?"

promise Ferdinand that Mario will never return to the Wentworth family. The

listened in silence, then finally

handed the phone back

to his ear. "Anything else you need me to

even lower. “And make sure a lawyer goes over the contract

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

nothing more; the

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

up. "Yeah. If there's nothing else, I'll