Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 173

“Give me that piece of land in West End, Mr. Ferguson,” the bald guy said indifferently, “Messing with Mrs. Ferguson was his first mistake. As for the rest, I’ve taken care of it for you, Mr. Ferguson. You’ll be pleased with the outcome.”

With a slight smirk, Bryant replied in a cold, harsh tone, “Deal.“>

“Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson…” Lloyd begged.

Lloyd then realized the reinforcements weren’t there for him but were using the situation to curry favor with Bryant.

Panicked, he dashed out, clinging to Bryant’s legs, begging, “Mr. Ferguson, please, have mercy on me!”

“Kevin.” Bryant’s voice was icy.

With a swift kick, Kevin sent Lloyd sprawling, “Before laying a finger on Mrs. Ferguson, you should’ve weighed your odds. Too late for pleas now!”

Yet, undeterred, Lloyd crawled back, grabbing at my feet. “Mrs. Ferguson, Mrs. Ferguson, I was blind to your grace! Please spare me!“}} My hand pressed firmly over Bryant’s wound, the anger bubbling up inside at the thought of who had shot him. “Get lost!“}

us into the car. Kevin took the wheel

at me.

was petrified, especially unable to let go of his wound. “Kevin, speed up!

chuckled lightly. “It’s a minor injury.

Do you need to be on death’s door to

continuously, tears

my tears away and gently cleaned the dirt off my face with a tissue. “Thought

I never wished harm upon him, especially not the harm from

for you, the crazy guy who dropped everything to

comfortable position to lean into, his voice tinged with lethargy and weariness, “Gary called Kevin.” When hearing that, something clicked, and I hesitated before asking, “Where’s your

“Left it

Margaret’s

“How did you

kidnappers made me call you.

didn’t spout nonsense, did she?”