Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 273

Westenmar.

The moment Stewart and Carl stepped out of the airport, they were greeted by Larson and a handful of men in black suits.

"Mr. Wentworth, Mr. Ferguson would like to see you," Larson announced.

Everyone who had ever dealt with Garry Ferguson knew that Larson was his right- hand man.

Once involved in the underworld, Larson owed Garry his life—a debt that made his loyalty absolute.

Stewart fixed Larson with a cold stare. "Where's Rosita?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wentworth, I can't disclose that." Larson gestured politely toward the waiting car, his tone respectful. "If you have questions, perhaps you could ask Mr. Ferguson in person."

In Westenmar, Garry Ferguson could protect anyone he wished-effortlessly.

Without another word, Stewart climbed into the car.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a towering office building.

Larson got out, motioning for Stewart to follow him inside.

Carl moved to go with them, but the men in black blocked his path.

"You'll wait here," one of them said.

the group. Muscle, plain

politics were hopelessly intertwined-Garry

than to argue. He

Garry-one of

Stewart up

floor was

long corridor, finally stopping

Garry was inside.

knocked, waited a beat, then

Wentworth is here," Larson said,

"Let him in."

aside and gestured for Stewart to enter. "Mr. Wentworth, please." Stone-faced, Stewart brushed past Larson

lounged on a sofa, one arm draped around a blonde bombshell, the other holding a cigar. He looked up with casual indifference.

he crossed the room and dropped onto

lit one, and exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke. "Cut to the chase, Garry.

grinned around his cigar, eyes narrowing. "That's a tough question

have the

want Rosita, Garry." His gaze was like ice. "Keeping

want her for revenge? For your wife and kid?" Stewart's dark brows drew together.

the blonde

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