Ferdinand Ellsworth hurried after Briony Kensington. "Bryn-"

"Ferdinand."

The voice behind him was cold-Fred Wentworth.

Ferdinand stopped abruptly and turned around.

Fred strode up, his expression severe. "Today marks the beginning of your presidency at Wentworth Group. All the major shareholders are here. Come inside with me, and I'll introduce you."

Ferdinand lowered his eyes, jaw tight. "Alright."

Fred turned, shooting a withering look at Stewart Wentworth. He sneered, "From now on, Wentworth Group has nothing to do with you. Get out. Don't make me call security."

Ferdinand cast Stewart a glance. Stewart's gentle features-the ones little Nina had always adored-were now clouded with emotion.

But Stewart didn't spare Fred or Ferdinand a single glance.

It was true. Wentworth Group was no longer his.

And Fred would never know: the company didn't change hands because Fred had won. Stewart had simply let it go.

As for Ferdinand, Stewart's dark gaze shifted to him.

Ferdinand said quietly, "Stewart, Bryn will never forgive you. You lost."

Stewart's lips curled into a cold, faint smile. "Even if I no longer want her, she was never yours to begin with."

"You"

"Ferdinand!"

"Don't keep the

clenched his fists, lips pressed into a thin

triumphant look as

hurried over, about to offer Stewart a supporting arm, when Stewart

following

where Stewart had stumbled moments ago

bent down, picked it up, and handed

brushing his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then

there anything else in your office you want to take? I can pack up for

need." Stewart's voice was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this

his eyes reddening. "She said it was a thank-you for helping her mother with the lawsuit. I

Briony had given him the pen, disguising it

only

once loved him-carefully, shyly,

a

turned out that having once been loved could be

closed his eyes, bitter regret washing over him. But

he was out

the pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

Stewart out of the Wentworth Group

as the car

blood staining

blanched with alarm. "We need to get you to

forcing himself upright, his voice a rasp.

"But sir-"

his face ghostly pale and slick with cold

his resolve, Carl could only

away from

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