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!"

every little thing, too. I told her just last night to knock it off, and here she goes again! Mrs. Winslow, you've got to do something about

him a sidelong

just raised his eyebrows, grinning. "I'm only telling the

and James are right," Carney said, looking fondly at Briony. "You know what they say-once a teacher, always family. If you still consider me your mentor, then you're one of us. You don't

warmth settle in her chest.

...

at Carney's house, he took Briony and James out for a drive. When they arrived at their destination, Briony finally realized who Carney had been referring to as "the big shot"—it

introductions. "This is Mr. Garry Ferguson, founder of Westernmar's Vanguard Conglomerate. He personally funded the repatriation of the

with warm olive skin and striking features-a classic Western face with

first to extend his hand to James, greeting him with easy politeness. "Mr. Delaney, it's an honor to meet such promising young talent from

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

the least I could do," Garry replied, turning his attention to Briony. "Ms. Kensington, I've heard

Briony caught a fleeting, inexplicable glint in Garry's

when she looked

for people who didn't honor their commitments, and Garry's reputation preceded him in that regard. Still,

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

in her demeanor, but he only raised an intrigued

Carney nodded. "Let's."

no small feat. Money was one thing, but it took a labyrinth of connections to bring it home. A hundred million dollars was a staggering sum, but the effort behind the