Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Four Years Later

Summer nights in Northborough stretched on and on, the velvet darkness stitched with scattered stars.

At the Northborough International Convention Center, a charity auction was in full swing.

"And next up for bidding, we have a rare porcelain bowl from the late

Renaissance period, restored just two years ago by Ms. Leilani. The craftsmanship is remarkable, and it took her over a year to bring it back to life. Tonight, she's generously put it up for auction, with all proceeds going to our charity event. Bidding starts at three million."

A paddle shot up from the crowd. "Five million!"

Heads turned in unison.

It was Pandora, the poised secretary, holding the paddle. Seated beside her was none other than Garry, the legendary magnate from the Westenmar Foundation.

Everyone in the room knew Garry's reputation: an influential philanthropist with a particular fondness for antiques. Over the years, he'd made substantial contributions to heritage preservation, both at home and abroad.

When Garry set his sights on something, few dared to compete.

The room collectively assumed the porcelain bowl was as good as his.

"Eight million!" came a sudden call.

A ripple of surprise swept through the hall; such a bold jump in price was rare.

Clearly, someone intended to go head-to-head with Garry tonight.

All eyes zeroed in on the challenger.

It was Carl holding the paddle, seated beside Stewart.

Who in Northborough didn't know Stewart? The city's undefeated legal powerhouse, who'd taken the reins of The Wentworth Group just two years prior. Under his leadership, the company had surged ahead, dominating the green energy and technology sectors, ushering in a new era for the Wentworth empire.

A man who commanded both the political and business arenas-mention Stewart's name in any elite circle, and even the most seasoned players would hesitate.

The stage was set: Northborough's "devil in a suit" squaring off against Westenmar's titan.

This was going to be a show.

sizing Stewart

looked over,

slow smirk curled Garry's lips.

lifted the

Ferguson bids ten million! Mr. Wentworth, would you

Stewart glanced at Carl.

raising the paddle

auctioneer nearly dropped his gavel. "Twenty million! Mr. Wentworth bids twenty million! Will

grinned at Stewart, as if they were simply old friends chatting. "Since when did you develop an

cool, his expression unreadable. "It

a reason

huh?" Garry's smile widened. "Well, if Mr.

then I'll

the end, Stewart claimed the porcelain

auction, Mr. Jacques, the host and director of the

you so much for

and steady. "Ms. Leilani's dedication to charity is admirable. I've heard a lot about her over

rueful smile. "I'm afraid that might be difficult. To be honest, despite working with Ms. Leilani on several occasions, I've never actually met

dark eyes narrowed slightly,

he left the auction house, Stewart caught sight of

streetlights, dressed in an iron-grey

had gone to

a mocking smile playing on

four years and you're still

icy, his gaze unwavering.

three-year deadline has

this is the fourth year." He

cigar. "Here's some good

Stewart frowned. "To Rosita?"

"That's right.

escaped Stewart. "Is this your new

said that. The wedding's next

Stewart's eyes narrowed.

piece, Garry turned and strolled over to the

Garry slid inside without a backward

Rolls glided away, disappearing into the