Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 224

On my way to the Ferguson Group, I figured I should have felt a sigh of relief. Bryant was finally beginning to harbor doubts about Teresa and Margaret. It felt like we were on the verge of unraveling the mysteries behind Timothy’s and Bryant’s mother’s deaths.

Yet, an unsettling feeling lingered inside me, the roots of which I couldn’t quite place.

As I arrived at the Ferguson Group, the atmosphere differed from what I remembered. Everyone seemed to be in a rush, their expressions painted with severity. Stepping out of the elevator on the top floor, the intensity of the ambiance peaked.

Kevin was there waiting for me, ready to escort me to the CEO’s office. Sensing my curiosity, he sighed, “The stuff circulating online has hit us hard. Several deals, practically in the bag, are now up in the air.”

I frowned, “Is it that bad?”

Gregory’s actions were causing more damage than expected, throwing the Ferguson Group into a crisis they haven’t faced in years.

the CEO’s office, Kevin added,

silent, unsure how to respond. Professionally, I was no longer part of the company. And I was on the verge

office, I saw Bryant by the window, phone in hand, exuding an aura of determination. “Not an inch,” he demanded into the phone, “Let them know

from stormy to somewhat serene, though

seat and accepting the coffee Kevin offered before he left us alone.

tugging at his tie. Then, I noticed the

wrist before catching my gaze and opting for the ashtray instead. The burns were self–inflicted. His battle with depression appeared far from over.

eyes, he briefly acknowledged, “Yeah”

reassured him of it and thanked him for arranging

the time. “They

was genuinely surprised. It was rare for him to show

“You’re making me out to be