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.

all off guard.” When glancing toward the CEO’s office, Kevin added, “Since the scandal, Mr. Ferguson has been burning the midnight oil.”

of the company. And I was on the verge of becoming

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

his demeanor shifting from stormy to

accepting the coffee Kevin offered before he left

tugging at his tie. Then, I noticed the redness in his eyes, confirming Kevin’s insights.

his cigarette against his wrist before catching my gaze and opting for the ashtray instead. The burns were self–inflicted. His battle with depression

eyes, he briefly acknowledged,

of it and thanked him for arranging security at the

“They

was rare for him to show such concern for

smile, “You’re making me out