Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 717

"You're incredibly talented. With your family background, you could easily find an excellent mentor."

Vernon was only halfway through his sketch when Briony's voice cut through the quiet. He paused, lifted his head, and met her gaze.

Briony's expression was frosty. "My gallery won't be representing you. You should leave."

Vernon set his pencil down, staring at her. "Is it because Galen married my mom? Is that why you don't like me?"

"That's right." Briony looked at this boy whose mind seemed far older than his eight years and kept her voice impassive. "Because of Xenia Cooper, and because of Stewart. I want nothing to do with anyone or anything connected to them."

A flicker of panic crossed Vernon's face. He frowned, scrambling to explain, "Galen really cares about you. He and my mom are just business partners—they don't even live together."

Briony only gave a cold, dismissive smile. "I don't care. You're a child, and I'd rather not be cruel to you, but please don't come here again."

Vernon stared at her, unwilling to give up.

Briony broke eye contact and turned to Arnold. "I'm leaving now. If he still refuses to go, call the police."

Arnold nodded. "Understood."

Without another word, Briony headed straight for the exit.

Behind her, Vernon hurried to catch up, refusing to let things end there.

She stepped into the elevator, and he slipped in right after her.

a wave of exasperation-why was this kid

brow furrowed. "Wasn't I

she'd throw him out, said coolly, "My driver's waiting for

Briony fell

sign of letting

"Ms. Kensington?"

the elevator wall, making it obvious she had

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you, but honestly, I'd prefer if you just

frowned, lowering his voice to a

gave a sharp, indifferent

she cared what he

then, the elevator

there was a loud metallic bang—the elevator shuddered

Inside, darkness swallowed them.

and Vernon were in the

it malfunctioned, the display had shown

second and third floors

least it wasn't completely dead. She tried calling Arnold, it took several attempts, her voice breaking up, and she couldn't be sure

against the handrail, switched on