Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 147

James stepped out of the elevator and nearly collided with Stewart.

Stewart's expression was dark, his face set in a stormy scowl. Without so much as a glance at James, he brushed past him and strode straight into the elevator.

James frowned and turned to look back just as the elevator doors slid shut behind Stewart.

"What's got him in such a hurry? Something happen to Rosita?" he muttered to himself with a shrug, then headed down the hall into the studio.

After dropping his things off in the restoration room, James made his way to the office in search of Briony.

She was at her desk, head bowed, one hand pressed to her temple. She looked pale and worn out.

James rapped his knuckles lightly on the surface of her desk. Briony's hand stilled and she glanced up at him, eyes tired.

"What was Stewart doing here again?" James asked.

"He thinks I was the one who leaked everything last night."

James's brows knit together. "Leaked what?"

Briony gave him a quick rundown of the situation.

who was behind that leak? Hardly anyone even knows you

there's nothing I can do can't go to court, can't expose the truth. I honestly

silent, at a

with a man like Stewart-what a stroke of rotten

...

outside

still

after bag of blood was rushed through the swinging doors to the

Cedric Clarke reacted in

make this worse!" Cedric pleaded,

"I'm warning you-if Rosita doesn't make it, I'll make you

and unreadable. Quentin's threats

Stewart had only

made a promise-to look after her and her son for the rest of

never be able to face that

bag of blood was rushed

Quentin, staying close in case

minute

felt like an eternity, the light above the

Charles stepped out, pulling the sweat-soaked