Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 220

It felt like the person who had readily agreed to my request the day before wasn’t him.

I was annoyed and speechless. “Didn’t you promise not to let anyone else know for now?”

Gregory frowned. “I promised not to let others know you were spying and even recorded a video.”

So, by that logic, he was faultless. Was it me who didn’t make my point clear?

“Do you have a beef with the Ferguson family?”

“No.” Gregory looked at me, puzzled, “Don’t you get how ruthless the business world can be? Hanging around with Bryant for three years, didn’t he teach you any of this?”

I was stunned by his terrifying honesty and second question.

I clenched my palm and responded truthfully, “No.”

What had Bryant taught me in three years? Independence, tolerance, patience, and giving.

Bryant never involved me in the gritty details

in to paus

pause. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You’re an interesting person.”

you interesting, too?” I smiled wryly, “On the one hand, playing corporate games with

draped it over his arm. “If I’m

you know you’ve messed up my

“I messed up your

gotten my divorce papers if you had just waited a

divorcing Bryant because of that woman with the Ferguson surname? Didn’t I help

divorce, man. I don’t need your help. Just

the railing, arms crossed, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

the moment we lost our child, Bryant and

debts he owed me over these three years. We were at a dead end, with divorce being the only way forward. But

a person like me, without parents or background, marrying into the Ferguson family was like striking the jackpot. How

that, Gregory replied lazily, “Then you’ll have your wish.”

was puzzled.

on Bryant,