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,

brows creased. "Should

helped a man who'd been mugged." His voice was low, almost

flickered in Briony's

night, Julia Hudson had been taken into

at the police station, waiting in a haze of confusion and dread. It was well past midnight before she

do next, except maybe try to get help

over Northborough, the streets almost deserted, not a cab in

house, her breath fogging in the icy air. Suddenly, a desperate cry for help echoed from

grabbed her phone and

the thugs cursed and scattered

crumpled on the ground, bleeding

Without thinking, Briony shrugged

pressed

flow of

Briony slipped away into the