Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 475

Briony fixed her gaze on Ferdinand. “It seems like you’re pretty confident you can force Stewart out of The Wentworth Group this time.”

Ferdinand’s expression was calm, certain. “Once my father steps in, every branch of the Wentworth family will follow. The shares Stewart owns came from Fiona, and before Stewart took over The Wentworth Group, Fiona was involved in some questionable business deals. My father’s gathered enough evidence—so even though Fiona’s left the country, the legitimacy of those shares will be contested. Stewart’s claim to the CEO position isn’t as solid as it looks.”

Briony frowned. “Don’t forget, Stewart’s a lawyer. Anything you can dig up, he’s probably already anticipated.”

Ferdinand nodded slightly. “He already cleaned up the group’s share structure once.”

He paused, then continued, “Right now, Stewart personally holds fifty-nine percent of the company. Not long ago, he transferred ten percent to Little Nina. Isn’t that correct?”

Briony shot him a wary look. “You even know about that?” Her tone sharpened, suspicion in her eyes. “Ferdinand, did you know about my connection to Stewart from the beginning?”

There was no point hiding it anymore.

“Yes,” Ferdinand admitted quietly. “I’ve always known who you are.”

“So, you approached me on purpose from the start?”

He shook his head, gaze dropping. “We met by chance. It was about two months after you arrived in the old town that I found out you were connected to Stewart.”

She fell silent, then asked, “Who told you?”

“I had someone look into it.” His eyes softened as he looked up. “Bryn, do you really not remember me at all?”

Briony’s brows creased. “Should I?”

“Nine years ago, you helped a man who’d been mugged.” His voice was low, almost hesitant.

A faint memory flickered in Briony’s mind.

That night, Julia Hudson had been taken into custody for accidental manslaughter. Briony had spent hours at the police station, waiting in a haze of confusion and dread. It was well past midnight before she left, finally persuaded to go home by a kind-hearted officer.

He smiled faintly. “It was. I still have the scar.”

For a moment, Briony was speechless. The world really was impossibly small.

Who would have thought that on the most desperate, uncertain night of her life, the man she saved would turn out to be her ex-husband’s half-brother?

Now, all these years later, he sat across from her, asking quietly, “If it comes down to me or Stewart on opposite sides, who will you choose?”

Briony stared at him, her heart unexpectedly uneasy.

Ferdinand’s feelings were unmistakable—if she failed to see them now, she’d be hopelessly dense.

But until today, it had never crossed her mind that Ferdinand might feel anything for her beyond friendship.