Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 279

Four Years Later

Summer nights in Northborough stretched on and on, the velvet darkness stitched with scattered stars.

At the Northborough International Convention Center, a charity auction was in full swing.

"And next up for bidding, we have a rare porcelain bowl from the late

Renaissance period, restored just two years ago by Ms. Leilani. The craftsmanship is remarkable, and it took her over a year to bring it back to life. Tonight, she's generously put it up for auction, with all proceeds going to our charity event. Bidding starts at three million."

A paddle shot up from the crowd. "Five million!"

Heads turned in unison.

It was Pandora, the poised secretary, holding the paddle. Seated beside her was none other than Garry, the legendary magnate from the Westenmar Foundation.

Everyone in the room knew Garry's reputation: an influential philanthropist with a particular fondness for antiques. Over the years, he'd made substantial contributions to heritage preservation, both at home and abroad.

When Garry set his sights on something, few dared to compete.

The room collectively assumed the porcelain bowl was as good as his.

"Eight million!" came a sudden call.

A ripple of surprise swept through the hall; such a bold jump in price was rare.

Clearly, someone intended to go head-to-head with Garry tonight.

All eyes zeroed in on the challenger.

It was Carl holding the paddle, seated beside Stewart.

Who in Northborough didn't know Stewart? The city's undefeated legal powerhouse, who'd taken the reins of The Wentworth Group just two years prior. Under his leadership, the company had surged ahead, dominating the green energy and technology sectors, ushering in a new era for the Wentworth empire.

A man who commanded both the political and business arenas-mention Stewart's name in any elite circle, and even the most seasoned players would hesitate.

The stage was set: Northborough's "devil in a suit" squaring off against Westenmar's titan.

This was going to be a show.

turned, sizing

the attention, looked over,

slow smirk curled Garry's lips. “Ten

lifted the paddle. "Ten

out, "Ten million! Mr. Ferguson bids ten million! Mr. Wentworth, would you like

Stewart glanced at Carl.

raising the

Mr. Wentworth bids twenty million! Will Mr. Ferguson

were simply old friends chatting. "Since when did you

his expression unreadable.

a reason to

the gentleman, huh?" Garry's smile widened. "Well,

this much, then I'll

end, Stewart claimed the porcelain

host and director of the auction house, personally

you so much

his hand, his voice low and steady. "Ms. Leilani's dedication to charity is admirable. I've heard a lot about her

offered a rueful smile. "I'm afraid that might be difficult. To be honest, despite working with Ms. Leilani on several occasions, I've never actually met her in person. I've invited her to

slightly,

he left the auction house, Stewart caught

an iron-grey suit, a

gone to

plume of smoke, a mocking smile

four years and you're still

expression remained icy, his gaze

three-year deadline

right, this is the fourth year." He flicked ash

cigar. "Here's some good news: I'm getting

Stewart frowned. "To Rosita?"

"That's

this your new way

never said that. The wedding's next

Stewart's eyes narrowed.

strolled over to the black Rolls-Royce at

for him. Garry slid inside without a backward glance, and

Rolls glided away, disappearing into the

a sleek