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.

tightly the veins on the backs of his

had been erased from the ranks

nobody, with nothing to show

three-year renewable energy contract that

money

a sudden heart attack while on a business trip abroad, less than a month after

was thrown into chaos,

project. The Kensington Group's last hope crumbled,

told that Waldo had already struck a deal with Mr. Seven. By abandoning the renewable energy project, Waldo was essentially flushing all of The Kensington Group's investment down

about the loss. It was a calculated move

his desk and hurled it at Waldo-leaving him with

Mack was faced with a choice: pay up, or go

bear the thought of

she tried to use Ottilie. She begged her

was long since done with the Kensingtons-especially Madeline and

it, but Ottilie had already traded sides. She'd seduced

at odds for years. She'd started securing