Chapter 505 Ferdinand gently patted the little girl's head, his voice warm. "You're welcome." Then he turned to Briony. "Could we talk for a moment?" Before Briony could answer, James slid over with a grin.
"Con, Mr. Ellsworth, that's not fair. We're all friends here--what could you possibly have to say to Bryn that we can't hear?" Ferdinand's gaze settled on James. "Sorry. It's a private matter." James glanced at Briony for confirmation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe pressed her lips together, letting out a quiet sigh. Looking at James, she said, "Why don't you take Little Nina upstairs? Crystal should be hsoon, ask her to help Nina with a bath." The mood had clearly shifted.
James looked annoyed but knew better than to push at a tlike this. He scooped up Little Nina and headed inside.
Only Cedric Clarke, Briony, and Ferdinand remained in the garden.
Briony's eyes landed on Cedric.
Cedric's hand froze mid-movement as he was pouring tea.
It was obvious he was the odd one out now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCedric stood. "I've boiled water for you. I'll leave you to your conversation-I should get back to my wife and kids upstairs." Briony nodded with a quiet thank you, then walked to the garden pavilion and sat down at the tea table, looking across at Ferdinand. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Ellsworth." Ferdinand cover and took the seat opposite her.
The kettle on the table was whistling softly, steam curling from the spout.
Briony didn't pour the tea. She looked Ferdinand straight in the eye, her expression calm.
He knew she no longer trusted him—and he knew it was his own deliberate secrecy that had led to that.
But things had reached a point where he had no other choice.
"The Wentworth Group's shareholder meeting is the day after tomorrow," Ferdinand said, his tone grave. "Bryn, your vote is critical." Briony's eyes remained cool. "Ferdinand, we've known each other for four years. I don't want to sound harsh, but I won't be voting with you."