Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 461

Twenty-eight years ago, Fred Wentworth the patriarch of the Wentworth family- died in a plane crash. Not a trace of his body was ever found.

The tragedy struck out of nowhere. Fred was gone in an instant, leaving behind only his wife, Fiona Clarke, and their seven-year-old son, Stewart.

Fiona knew nothing about running a business, and Stewart was just a child. Overnight, the Wentworth Group lost its backbone, sending the stock market into turmoil.

Shareholders circled like vultures, ready to seize whatever they could, while the Wentworth family's distant relatives schemed and plotted, each hoping to claim the lion's share for themselves.

Back then, Fiona was a lone woman with a young son, utterly isolated.

Everyone in Northborough assumed the Wentworth Group was as good as finished-about to be carved up and devoured.

And yet, within a month or so, the chaos subsided. Against all odds, Fiona and Stewart weathered the storm and held on to the family legacy.

Rumors quickly spread throughout Northborough: Fiona must have resorted to underhanded tactics, manipulating the major shareholders and securing her place in both the company and the family.

The Wentworths' foundation was rock solid. Even without Fred, they remained the city's most formidable business empire.

Fiona hired a professional CEO to steer the Wentworth Group and put together a team of elite tutors to groom Stewart as the future heir, subjecting him to eleven years of rigorous, isolated training.

Some whispered that the CEO was Fiona's old flame.

stories were little more than drawing-room gossip, whispered behind closed doors—no one dared

strict conditioning, would turn away from the family business and pursue a career in politics and

Group faced another wave of turmoil. But that

in Northborough, Stewart wasted no time in

every minor player who'd once tried to carve up the company were all exposed- illegal dealings discovered, punishments handed

purge, a warning to anyone who

years after, the

Group remained rock steady-sonet

that Stewart could focus on

without distraction. fo

ago, he officially took the

rumors

one dares bring them

just because people are afraid to speak

real usurper here. My father was forced out by her. If she hadn't cared so much about power and profit, he would have abandoned

to take in

herself at a loss

Ferdinand went on, "but I