Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 33

"Since you're still worried," Stewart said, his gaze steady, "let's sit down together and revise the agreement now."

"Together?" Briony raised an eyebrow. "You want to go to your office?"

"No, we'll go back to Southcreek Manor," Stewart replied. "And while we're there, I need to look for the other copy of our marriage certificate. I couldn't find it earlier.”

Briony hesitated; she had no desire to return to Southcreek Manor. "The marriage certificate is in the nightstand. I left it right there.”

"I already checked. It's not there."

"I know I put it in the nightstand," Briony insisted.

"I'm telling you, it's not there." Stewart arched a brow. "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Briony fell silent. She doubted Stewart would lie about something so trivial-there was simply no reason for it.

She let out a quiet sigh and said, "Fine. Let's go."

Stewart walked ahead and opened the passenger door for her. Briony glanced at the script left on the seat-no doubt Rosita's. Without saying a word, she opted for the back seat instead, slipping in and pulling the door shut behind her.

Stewart paused for a moment, then closed the passenger door and moved to the driver's side.

The Maybach rolled smoothly out of the driveway.

A beat-up van parked nearby started its engine and began to tail them at a discreet distance.

iron gates of Southcreek Manor and wound its

got out as soon as the car stopped. She led the way

the van parked outside, a high-definition

straight for the bedroom. She yanked open the nightstand drawer-but the marriage certificate

left it there before

growing more frustrated by the minute, until finally she found the

been playing around and left it

the hall to the

in," Stewart called

"Found the marriage

down on his desk. Stewart was typing at

certificate, and looked

you find

vanity table

an eyebrow. "Not

frowned, not wanting to be misunderstood. "I was sure I left it in the nightstand. Maybe Irwin took it out to play and

been back these last few

silent. Maybe she really

subject. "And

"Why not?"

from my studio. It doesn't work for me." That was part of the truth, but not the whole of

back on his laptop. "I'll give you one hundred million in cash for the manor. And another hundred million-that's from Irwin. You've taken care of him for five years. He depends on you. I want you to be

settle things this way, she wasn't going to

moment's thought, then replied in an