Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 509

Briony pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight.

"There's no signal," she said, glancing over at Carl.

Carl was already tapping at his own phone, but his efforts were just as futile-no bars, not even a flicker.

He raised his phone, shining its light at the elevator's camera. His expression was grim. "The whole car's lost power."

It was the height of summer. In a sealed elevator with no electricity, if no one found them soon, they could easily pass out from lack of air in a matter of hours.

"Carl, this isn't some random malfunction." Briony met Carl's eyes, her certainty unwavering. "Someone doesn't want me at that board meeting."

Carl knew there was no point in hiding the truth anymore. Briony wouldn't believe him if he tried.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Ms. Kensington, I'm sorry. I should've anticipated this. I've dragged you into it."

"This isn't your fault." Briony closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself. "Right now, you should be worrying whether Stewart can handle that board meeting alone."

helpless smile, he shook his

her

the outside world, all they could do now was wait and hope for the

and son-were facing each other for the first time in twenty-five

a sharp black suit, his

for the past twenty-five years, he clearly

gaze cold as he regarded the man who looked so much like

I call you Fred, or

that how Fiona raised you? No respect for your elders."

disgust and contempt-the same look he'd

amazing you remember exist. But the man I called father died years ago. I was seven when I carried his portrait, knelt

If you don't want to acknowledge me as your father, I couldn't

no attempt to hide his intentions. The hatred in his eyes was

man sitting opposite him wasn't his son at all, but a

if nothing Fred could do or

that about him most of

Fred had come begging for help, Stewart had looked at him with that same infuriating