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 shareholders waiting. Get in

fists, lips pressed into a thin line, and followed

a triumphant look as

a supporting arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick

paused, following

stumbled moments ago was a single

bent down, picked it up, and handed

barrel, then tucked it carefully back into

Wentworth, is there anything else in your office you want to take? I can

voice was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen." Carl looked puzzled, glancing at the pen

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

had given him the pen,

could only think

had once loved him-carefully,

that was a long time

could be more painful than never having been loved

regret washing over him. But

he was out

pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

Stewart out of

the car door

blood staining his

with alarm. "We need to get you to a

forcing himself upright, his

"But sir-"

face ghostly pale and

Carl could only

Maybach pulled away from

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