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.

turned, sizing Stewart

over, their

smirk curled

lifted the paddle. "Ten

"Ten million! Mr. Ferguson bids

Stewart glanced at Carl.

the

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

simply old friends chatting. "Since when did

expression unreadable. "It caught my eye,"

see a reason to let it

Garry's smile widened. "Well, if Mr. Wentworth

then I'll bow

claimed the porcelain bowl for

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

Wentworth, thank you so much

is admirable. I've heard a lot about her over the past two years. If possible, I'd love to

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 her in person. I've invited her

slightly, but he didn't

he left the auction house,

the streetlights, dressed in an iron-grey

had gone to fetch the

of smoke, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

been four years and you're still

his gaze

the three-year

this is

good

Stewart frowned. "To Rosita?"

"That's right.

this your new way of

next week-I'll be sure to send you an

Stewart's eyes narrowed.

said his piece, Garry turned and strolled over to the black Rolls-Royce at the

rear door for him. Garry slid inside without a backward glance, and Pandora nodded respectfully to

Rolls glided away,