Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Something big had shaken up the Northborough business district in the past week.

The Kensington Group, which had been faltering for years, was bought out-lock, stock, and barrel.

Insiders whispered that the mastermind behind the acquisition was a mysterious figure known only as Mr. Seven. No one had seen him in Northborough; he'd handed the entire process over to his CEO, Keith Douglas, a man as precise as a scalpel.

With the takeover, Mr. Seven's name was suddenly on everyone's lips. In business circles, "Mr. Seven" was spoken with a kind of wary respect, but no one could say anything certain about him. All anyone knew was that he'd started out in the Astara underground market. In just ten years, he'd built an empire that spanned continents, yet not a single soul could claim to have seen his face.

Rumor had it that Mr. Seven had been left with a chronic illness in the early days of his career. Supposedly, he'd been living in seclusion ever since, focusing on his health, and that was why he never appeared in public.

But that was all hearsay-nothing confirmed.

Today, the "Kensington Group" was officially being renamed "Everton Holdings."

The company's headquarters looked brand new, the gleaming "Everton Holdings" sign catching the morning light, dazzling against the city skyline.

At ten o'clock sharp, Everton Holdings held a press conference to announce its official launch. Keith Douglas, now the acting CEO, took the stage in a crisp black suit, his handsome face composed as he addressed the crowd with calm

authority.

Below the stage, Mack lurked in the audience, hidden beneath a cap and a surgical mask.

on Keith, fists clenched so tightly the veins on

had been erased from the

another unemployed nobody, with nothing

energy contract that The Kensington Group had signed with

Kensington Group-hemorrhaging money for years-might have come back from

died of a sudden heart attack while on a business trip abroad, less than

overnight. The Brown Group was thrown into chaos, and Mr. Brown's son, Waldo Brown,

axed the renewable energy project. The Kensington Group's last hope crumbled, their cashflow snapped, and they were

already struck a deal with Mr. Seven. By

It was

Mack grabbed a glass paperweight from his desk and hurled it at

was faced with a choice: pay up, or

Kensingtons-couldn't bear the thought of

to use Ottilie. She begged her

since done with the

had already traded

had been at odds for years. She'd