Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 277

We were on the cusp of securing that office space, just waiting for the investment from RF to come through.

Mark seemed taken aback when he heard I’d managed to rent an office despite the Myers family’s decree banning me from doing so in RiverCity. “You found one?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Seems like the landlord’s based overseas. Probably doesn’t care much about the Myers family. After all, out of sight, out of mind.”

“That’s a relief.”

Mark carefully dabbed antiseptic on my wounds, his voice full of worry, “This must hurt, right?”

“It’s bearable.”

I gritted through the pain, reminding myself over and over: No more being soft–hearted from now on.

This world has always been about the survival of the fittest, no good deed goes unpunished..

The next morning, Christine showed up at my place bright and early.

She burst through the door, surprised to find me already up. “Weren’t you injured? Why not rest a bit more?”

I set aside the fashion magazine, I was flipping through. “Did Mark tell you?”

“Yeah, he texted me last night.”

Christine dumped a bunch of groceries on the dining table, annoyed with herself, “Sorry, I went out drinking last night and only saw the message this morning.”

I’m not in

be the judge of that.”

the damage from head to toe, her eyes reddening with anger, “And you call this ‘not in bad shape‘? What

still sore, and ruffled her hair, “Chris, she’s not leaving RiverCity anytime soon. Our journey in setting up our company is going to

the rest of my

“What good will that do? Beat her up and then what? Either of us end

should I do then?! Just let you

throw down, “I’ll go down

won’t be in

promise I’d wrung

down a bit, looking at

asked, “Did

was afraid of dragging her into

because of Dorothy, a piece of trash? If not,

way.”

pondered for a moment,

anything else come our way, we’d just have to play

design skills. We were almost ready to get the company off the ground, just waiting on RF’s funding

of her plan for

up from my nap, Christine looked even more troubled than when she had

she clumsily tried to hide her tablet, “Oh, you’re

approached, reaching out

keep it from me in the age of the internet. Reluctantly,

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