Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony fixed her gaze on Ferdinand. "It seems like you're pretty confident you can force Stewart out of The Wentworth Group this time."

Ferdinand's expression was calm, certain. "Once my father steps in, every branch of the Wentworth family will follow. The shares Stewart owns came from Fiona, and before Stewart took over The Wentworth Group, Fiona was involved in some questionable business deals. My father's gathered enough evidence-so even though Fiona's left the country, the legitimacy of those shares will be contested. Stewart's claim to the CEO position isn't as solid as it looks."

Briony frowned. "Don't forget, Stewart's a lawyer. Anything you can dig up, he's probably already anticipated."

Ferdinand nodded slightly. "He already cleaned up the group's share structure once."

He paused, then continued, "Right now, Stewart personally holds fifty-nine percent of the company. Not long ago, he transferred ten percent to Little Nina. Isn't that correct?"

Briony shot him a wary look. "You even know about that?" Her tone sharpened, suspicion in her eyes. "Ferdinand, did you know about my connection to Stewart from the beginning?"

There was no point hiding it anymore.

"Yes," Ferdinand admitted quietly. "I've always known who you are."

"So, you approached me on purpose from the start?"

He shook his head, gaze dropping. "We met by chance. It was about two months after you arrived in the old town that I found out you were connected to Stewart."

She fell silent, then asked, "Who told you?"

he looked up. "Bryn, do you

brows creased.

who'd been mugged." His

faint memory flickered

had been taken into custody

haze of confusion and dread. It was well past midnight before

do next, except maybe

Northborough, the streets almost deserted,

the icy air. Suddenly, a

her phone and dialed

for help, the thugs cursed and

man lay crumpled on the ground, bleeding heavily from a knife wound

Without thinking, Briony shrugged

her coat and pressed

the flow of blood.

away into the