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."

smile, he shook his head.

gaze, her expression tightening with

no way to contact the outside world, all they could do now was wait and hope for the

on the 58th floor, Fred and Stewart-father and son-were facing each other for the first time in twenty-five years. There was no

a sharp black suit, his

for the past twenty-five years, he clearly

gaze cold as he regarded the man who looked so

Fred, or would you prefer

respect for your

disgust and contempt-the same look he'd

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

darkened. "You're only sitting here because of me. If you don't want to acknowledge me as your father,

made no attempt to hide his intentions. The hatred in

as if the man sitting opposite him wasn't his

as if nothing Fred could do or say

hated that about him

begging for help, Stewart had