Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 250

As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a firm grip on my collar from behind. A menacing voice hissed, “You little tramp! Thought you could fool me, huh? Damn, I’ll show you!”

“Please, no!” But no matter how much i struggled, my strength had already been sapped at that moment, leaving me no choice but to be dragged toward the bed.

“Does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a couple fighting.” Suddenly, the cultured voice of a middle–aged man echoed through the hallway outside

“Oh, come on, Dad. They’re just a couple who checked into a hotel. A little spat is normal. Let’s keep moving. I already told the restaurant to start preparing our meal.”

The man holding me turned livid, finally realizing I had left the door ajar. He threw me to the ground, reaching to shut the door, but someone pushed it open from the outside!

A pair of polished men’s shoes came into view, followed by the sight of neatly pressed pants encasing long legs.

Thinking it was the middle–aged man who had spoken earlier, I threw myself toward him, pleading, “Please, save me. I didn’t come here with anyone. I don’t even know this man!”

“Jane?” A familiar, soothing voice sounded above me!

Lifting my

head, I locked eyes with Bryant’s gloomy gaze and felt relief, though my vision blurred with tears. The next second, I saw Dorothy and her family with him. The man who had spoken was Richard.

I stumbled back, blinking back the tears as I used the wall

God, you

man?”

words seemed to enlighten

glared at me as if I had deceived him, hurling accusations, “So you’re freshly divorced? Lonely and desperate, are you? Looking

his voice cold as ice, instructing Kevin. “Take him away. Make

the truth!”

his arms, tuming

first. Richard nodded, his gaze

at Susan’s sleeve, on the

Susan glanced coldly at Bryant “Mr. Ferguson, are you sure about this? Today’s dinner is crucial for the partnership between the Myers and Ferguson families”

gaze was icy as he looked back at Susan. “I’m sorry. My wife comes first”

need to think it through. Without the Myers family, the Ferguson

ན གན ཆེ ར

I’ll handle it” With a brisk, determined stride, Bryant carried me away, leaving

quickly, not putting me down until we were in

my disheveled clothes, barely containing

head, voice trembling. “Almost,”