Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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.

one of them

group. Muscle, plain and

politics were hopelessly intertwined-Garry Ferguson wielded

better than to

to Garry-one of

led Stewart up to the

was a private

a long corridor, finally

Garry was inside.

waited a beat, then

Ferguson, Mr. Wentworth is here," Larson said,

"Let him in."

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

lounged on a sofa, one arm draped around a blonde bombshell, the other holding a cigar. He looked up with casual indifference. "Come on, Attorney Wentworth, make

icy as he crossed the room and dropped onto the sofa opposite

stream of smoke. "Cut to the chase, Garry. What will it take for you to hand

tough question to start with, don't you think? Drink? Whiskey,

have the

was like ice. "Keeping her

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

released the blonde from his arm.

slipped out, reading the room