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."

The outcome of the vote was no

nearly half the votes, Barrie's

that moment, Ferdinand became CEO of

victor, Ferdinand,

grace, straightening his

bit curious where I got

faint, cold smile. "No

said, watching closely. "You don't

“Did you

Lockwood? Sorry to disavve

always been cold-blooded.

my fiancée,

searching Stewart's face for any sign of defeat or bitterness. He found nothing but icy indifference, and it left

he reasoned, Stewart and Lorna had only just gotten engaged. There hadn't been time for deep feelings-maybe Stewart truly

then Barrie's grin twisted. "I happen to have

main character is Rosita Lockwood. Interested, Mr.

is it with you, Mr. Lockwood? Must you sample every woman I've been

and wild. "Why not? Now that you mention it,

the only one I haven't

hand clenched at his side, his brow furrowing as he fought to keep his composure, refusing to show the

a fool. If you want

left his lips than