Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 137

Silveridge International Airport.

As soon as the plane touched down and Briony and James stepped out into the arrival hall, they spotted Carney and Gwendolyn White waiting for them.

"Professor, Mrs. Winslow," Briony greeted them with a warm smile.

Gwendolyn couldn't contain herself-she hurried over and pulled Briony into an embrace.

"Let me have a look at you-much better color in your cheeks, but you're still much too thin." Gwendolyn released her and gave her a thorough once-over, her gaze finally landing on Briony's still-flat stomach.

"So it's really twins?"

Briony nodded with an easy smile.

"Oh, I'm just so delighted!" Gwendolyn took Briony's hands, gently patting them. "Come on, let's get you home. I had Damaris make some chicken soup to help you and those little ones get your strength back."

"Thank you, Mrs. Winslow."

"Oh, hush, there's no need for thanks among family!"

in, immediately seizing the opportunity to tease. "She thanks me for every little thing, too. I told her just last night to knock it off, and here she

shot him a

grinning. "I'm only telling the

still consider me your mentor, then you're one of us. You don't have to stand on ceremony.

warmth settle in her chest. "Okay," she replied

...

lunch at Carney's house, he took Briony and James out for a drive. When they arrived at their destination,

of Westernmar's Vanguard Conglomerate. He personally funded the

features-a classic Western face with the charisma of a '90s movie

James, greeting him with easy politeness. "Mr. Delaney,

completely at ease. "You flatter me, Mr. Ferguson. We should be thanking

Garry replied, turning his attention to Briony. "Ms. Kensington,

their eyes met, Briony caught a fleeting,

when she looked again, it

their commitments, and Garry's reputation preceded him in that regard. Still, he'd been introduced by her mentor, and his contributions to artifact preservation were undeniable, so

a polite, almost perfunctory handshake and smiled coolly. "Mr. Ferguson.

he only raised an intrigued eyebrow before turning to Carney. "Professor Winslow, shall

Carney nodded. "Let's."

porcelain had been no small feat. Money was one thing, but it took a labyrinth of connections to bring it home. A hundred million