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.

glanced at the group. Muscle, plain

were hopelessly intertwined-Garry Ferguson wielded power with

knew better than to argue.

building belonged to Garry-one of his

Stewart up to the

was a private

passed through a long corridor, finally

Garry was inside.

knocked, waited a beat, then opened

Mr. Wentworth is here," Larson

"Let him in."

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

a blonde bombshell, the other holding a cigar. He

remained icy as he crossed the room

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

narrowing. "That's a tough question to

have the patience for

Rosita, Garry." His gaze was like ice. "Keeping her does you no

your wife

released the blonde

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