Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 80

"Mack, you should try doing more good in this world. People who walk a dark path tend to meet ghosts in the night."

With those words, Briony cast a cold, contemptuous glance at Madeline, who was sitting on the steps. Then she turned and strode out of the house.

"Briony! I'll kill you!"

Mack snarled, teeth clenched in fury. He grabbed a heavy flowerpot from a nearby table and charged at her, raising it high, ready to bring it crashing down on her head-

"Mack!!"

Madeline shrieked, her eyes wide in panic. "What are you all just standing there for? Stop him-now!"

The house staff rushed forward, grabbing Mack and pulling him back before he could strike.

The flowerpot slipped from Mack's grasp and smashed to pieces on the floor, shards and dirt scattering everywhere.

Briony paused and glanced back at the mess. She lifted her gaze, her eyes full of disgust as she stared at Mack, his face red with rage and violence.

A cold, mocking smile curved her lips. "You really are just like Malcolm."

Mack froze.

In three days, you'll come sign the donation agreement, or I'll take my medical report

staff restraining him. "You think this little game is enough to threaten me? Let me tell you something go ahead, call the cops! I'm not scared of you! A couple of scratches and some lousy recording-you really think the Kensington family can't make this disappear?" "You're right, that evidence alone might not be enough to put you away. But imagine the headlines: 'CEO of the Kensington Group Accused of Attempted Murder.'

Mack fell silent, stunned.

Kensingtons were livid, hurling insults at Briony, but not

they looked like

face was

away, no longer interested in their outbursts, and walked

Kensington estate stood with

she'd been alone outnumbered, facing gloating enemies. But as she left, she carried herself with quiet confidence, and

crawled down the quiet

until she'd put three miles between herself and the Kensington mansion that Briony finally began to relax. Her body started to

as calm or confident as

from the cut on her forehead, and a wave of dizziness washed

She needed a hospital.

let herself black out

lights blurred in her

stay awake,

buzzed relentlessly in

pressed her foot on the brake and the