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.

here," one of them

group. Muscle,

country where business and politics were hopelessly intertwined-Garry

than to

belonged to Garry-one

led Stewart up to the

entire floor was

through a long corridor, finally stopping

Garry was inside.

a beat,

is here," Larson said,

"Let him in."

aside and gestured for Stewart to enter. "Mr. Wentworth, please." Stone-faced, Stewart

holding a cigar. He looked up with casual indifference. "Come

the room and

a slow, steady stream of smoke.

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

clearly didn't have the patience for

Garry." His gaze was like ice. "Keeping her does

want her for revenge? For your wife and kid?" Stewart's dark brows drew together. "That's none of your

blonde from his arm. "Give us a minute,

woman stood and slipped out, reading the room

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