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.

group. Muscle, plain and

business and politics were

knew better than to

Garry-one

up to the

floor was a private

corridor,

Garry was inside.

beat, then opened the

is

"Let him in."

"Mr. Wentworth, please." Stone-faced, Stewart brushed past Larson and

Garry lounged on a sofa, one arm draped around a blonde bombshell, the other holding a cigar.

as he crossed the room

took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke. "Cut to the

a tough question to start with, don't you think? Drink? Whiskey, vodka,

clearly didn't have the patience for small

was like ice. "Keeping

an eyebrow. "You want her for revenge? For your wife and kid?" Stewart's dark

blonde from

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