Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 693

This move infuriated the company’s senior shareholders.

At the end of March, Uncle Edward and Uncle Charles from the Cooper family joined forces with several veteran board members to call an emergency shareholders’ meeting.

Their goal was clear: use the accusation that Xenia Cooper was shielding Stewart for personal reasons as grounds to force her to step down as CEO of Neonova Syndicate.

Stewart attended the meeting as well.

Technically, he had no right to be there—he didn’t own any Cooper family shares.

But that day, Stewart calmly produced evidence that, eight years ago, Uncle Edward and Uncle Charles had hired a hitman.

The intended victims? The Cooper family’s eldest son and Xenia Cooper’s then-fiancé.

A staged car accident had left one dead and one gravely injured, while the perpetrators walked free for eight long years.

The moment Stewart unveiled the evidence, the room erupted.

Within minutes, detectives entered and escorted both uncles out.

The shareholders’ meeting ended in chaos.

After eight years of patience and quiet endurance, Xenia Cooper had finally achieved her goal.

Back in her office, Xenia was in high spirits. She turned to Stewart and said, “You’ve worked hard these past two months. Take three days off—go home and spend some time with your son.”

Stewart nodded, then headed for the door.

“Stewart,” Xenia called after him.

He paused, turning back to look at her.

“I’m only telling you to spend time with your son,” Xenia reminded him. “But don’t forget, you’re still my husband—at least in the eyes of the public. Don’t go looking for your ex-wife. You wouldn’t want her to be seen as the ‘other woman,’ would you?”

Stewart’s brow furrowed.

He couldn’t bear the thought of Briony being accused of something like that—not again.

She’d already suffered enough because of him once before.

He wouldn’t risk it a second time.

After Maynard handed Starlight Entertainment back to Briony, he still found excuses to visit the company every few days.

He always claimed it was for work, but anyone with eyes could see that Mr. Maynard’s real intentions had nothing to do with business.

Springtime in Northborough meant frequent rain, and today was no exception—it had been pouring all day.

By the end of the workday, the rain hadn’t let up at all.

Briony drove out of Starlight Entertainment and headed toward Pearbrook Mansion.

Traffic was heavy.

Suddenly, her phone rang in her bag.

It was Marlene.

Briony put on her Bluetooth headset and answered, “Marlene, what’s going on?”

“Ms. Kensington—Mary’s water just broke!”