Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 268

Chapter 273

Westenmar.

The moment Stewart and Carl stepped out of the airport, they were greeted by Larson and a handful of men in black suits.

"Mr. Wentworth, Mr. Ferguson would like to see you," Larson announced.

Everyone who had ever dealt with Garry Ferguson knew that Larson was his right- hand man.

Once involved in the underworld, Larson owed Garry his life—a debt that made his loyalty absolute.

Stewart fixed Larson with a cold stare. "Where's Rosita?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wentworth, I can't disclose that." Larson gestured politely toward the waiting car, his tone respectful. "If you have questions, perhaps you could ask Mr. Ferguson in person."

In Westenmar, Garry Ferguson could protect anyone he wished-effortlessly.

Without another word, Stewart climbed into the car.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a towering office building.

Larson got out, motioning for Stewart to follow him inside.

Carl moved to go with them, but the men in black blocked his path.

wait here," one

glanced at the group.

were hopelessly intertwined-Garry Ferguson wielded

better than to

to Garry-one of his

led Stewart up to

entire floor was a

long corridor, finally stopping outside

Garry was inside.

a beat,

Wentworth is

"Let him in."

to enter. "Mr. Wentworth, please." Stone-faced, Stewart brushed past Larson

holding a cigar. He looked up with casual indifference. "Come on, Attorney Wentworth, make yourself at home. Have a

icy as he crossed the room and dropped

a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke. "Cut to the chase, Garry. What will it take for you to hand over

grinned around his cigar, eyes narrowing. "That's a tough question to start with, don't you think?

the

want Rosita, Garry." His gaze was like

eyebrow. "You want her for revenge? For your wife and kid?" Stewart's dark brows drew together. "That's

Garry released the blonde

stood and slipped out,

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