Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 511

Fred entered from the hallway, his expression thunderous when he realized Ferdinand was missing, but with so many eyes on him, he kept his composure and said nothing.

He found his seat and gestured for his assistant.

The assistant leaned in. "Mr. Wentworth?"

"Find Ferdinand. Now."

"Yes, sir."

With that, the assistant hurried from the boardroom.

Across the table, Stewart drummed his fingers, tapping out a barely perceptible rhythm.

Everyone in the room had come to force him out, yet Stewart sat at the head of the table, perfectly composed, exuding the authority of someone in complete control. He didn't have to say a word; not a single person dared to break the silence.

Then the boardroom doors swung open again.

Barrie Lockwood strode in, holding a document in his hand. He gave Stewart a wide grin. "Apologies for running late. I happen to own five percent of Wentworth Group shares myself. That makes me a shareholder too, so I'm obliged to attend, aren't I?"

Fred immediately stood and greeted Barrie with enthusiastic camaraderie.

Stewart only watched, his face unreadable-almost as if he'd predicted their every move.

With Barrie's arrival, Fred breathed easier. The meeting was as good as won. Stewart set his phone on the table, checked his watch, then swept his calm gaze across the room. "Let's begin."

was absent. The outcome of the vote

votes, Barrie's single vote tipped

became CEO of Wentworth

Ferdinand,

unhurried grace, straightening his

you the least bit curious where I got

faint, cold smile. "No need

watching closely. "You don't seem too heartbroken, Mr.

let out a scornful laugh. “Did you

Lockwood? Sorry to disavve

always been cold-blooded.

my fiancée, you

any sign of defeat or bitterness.

had only just gotten engaged. There hadn't been time for deep

"I happen to have a few videos

the main character is Rosita Lockwood. Interested,

turning to ice. "What is it with you, Mr. Lockwood? Must you

not? Now that you mention it,

one I haven't had the pleasure of

as he fought to keep his composure, refusing to show

you want her,

the words left his