The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 917

"You..." Peter clenched his fists. "Tania has nothing to do with Zara."

"Really?" Jack drawled. "Like father, like son, huh? Some traits just run in the family, especially since your granddad, a.k.a. my dad, had some odd habits."

Peter's face turned stormy, and he let out a frosty huff. "Now that you're back again, you ought to swing by the Lennon estate sometime. We wouldn't want Sir Lennon thinking you kicked the bucket somewhere, would we?"

Jack's face twitched at that, but Peter pressed on, "Your darling niece Ari has been with the Lennons all these years, just hoping for the day she'd get to see her Uncle Jack again."

With those words hanging in the air, Peter walked out of the hotel with determined steps.

Tania was driving like she was in a high-speed chase, with the windows down all the way, letting the sharp wind blast through her hair and tousle her up.

Her hands were clamped on the wheel, but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just seen, hanging on every word exchanged between Peter and Jack.

her for three years,

were not many, but they all painted a picture of a guy who was sharp and calculating, a young hotshot who had made his mark in the business world before he was even twenty-five.

braced herself to meet an old man in his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a

until her knuckles turned white, driving far away from

the past three years, but after running into Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once adored, and the other was the man who had pulled her from her darkest days and stood by her side ever

blinding flash of

to shield her eyes. When the light faded,

Tania's icy stare met

light, she could

concern-a sight

felt almost miraculous.

on the window, his voice firm. "Tania, open the