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.

office, Kevin added,

was no longer part of the company.

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, “Let them know we’re not pushovers.”

from stormy to somewhat serene, though fatigue was evident in his voice,

I replied, taking a seat and accepting the coffee Kevin offered before he

tie. Then, I noticed the redness in

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

eyes, he briefly acknowledged,

the subject, Bryant inquired about Cheryl’s well–being. I reassured him of it and thanked him for arranging security at the hospital to keep an eye on things and prevent further harm from

checked the time. “They

for him

me out