Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 338

Mrs. Prescott was a soft-hearted woman. In the end, she forgave Gavin.

At this point, Rosita couldn't help but sigh. "Word is, Gavin's turned into the ultimate doting husband lately. He and Mrs. Prescott are even planning a big thirtieth anniversary party-sometime at the end of the month, I think?"

Lauren was so furious she hung up on the spot.

Hearing the abrupt click and the busy signal that followed, Rosita's mood soared.

She knew that Lauren wouldn't be able to stomach the thought of Gavin living so well. There was no way she'd just let it go.

Give it a few days, and Lauren would lose her composure and go looking for Gavin.

And when that moment came, it would be the lowest point of Lauren's life.

A cold, calculating smile tugged at Rosita's lips as she contemplated her little victory.

Just then, her phone started ringing again—an unfamiliar number this time.

Rosita didn't think much of it and hung up right away.

After taking a shower and getting changed, she found her phone still buzzing insistently with the same number.

She hesitated, but finally answered. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me. Ottilie Kensington."

voice came through the line. "I have something you might want.

frowned. "What

"It's about Briony."

brows shot up. Something about

it?" she repeated,

show

"Fine. Come find

passed since Briony returned to

already settled

ver

daughter to preschool before heading to her studio. Word had spread among her old clients that she was back, and they were practically tripping over themselves to work with

her focus was no

in a project for an animation company in

exquisite hand-drawn art; every frame passed

she spent her time holed

but in reality, it was rare for the entire family to bez together except

thing that had made Briony's life easier these past two weeks: Stewart was away on a

Briony's phone rang-it

Briony paused,

in by private jet," Ferdinand replied, his voice warm and gentle. "It'll take some time to manage the case, so I'll be