Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 296

Although Gregory was all about dollars and cents, he booked me a room in the six–star hotel in Vista Town

I had plans to head back to RiverCity that very night, but Gregory, over the phone, said, “Till be heading to RiverCity tomorrow, I can give you a lift”

“Okay then.”

A ride in a Bentley wasn’t something you tum down.

The next day, I had hoped to sleep in but got rudely awakened by a call.

“Come down.” It was Gregory’s lax voice.

Woken up by him two days in a row, I couldn’t help but feel imitated. “Jesus, did you pull an all–nighter again?”

Gregory faked surprise. “Wow someone’s grumpy in the moming?”

I took a deep breath, forced it down, and smiled. “Not at all, just worried about you, Mr. Ford, what’s the early morning call for?”

Gregory yawned. “Ramona wants to see you”

yawning myself, I crawled out of bed.

than to wait for you down here because I’ve been secretly

washed up, changed my clothes,

was leaning casually against it, head slightly dipped. playing with a lighter in

“Let’s

He glanced at his

implying I was dawdling.

an eyebrow and smiled. “Take that as a compliment on my punctuality.”

to hop into the back

one hand and gestured toward the driver’s seat with a nod, tossing the car

himself

That was why he sent me the location to the Myers Mansion, making me his driver by

around the car to the driver’s seat, about to complain about his lack of chivalry, when I saw him pull out a sleep

of his head, he was out

been a sleep–deprived ghost

up on the accelerator and

Myers Mansion, a grand estate nestled on a hillside, its serene gardens reminiscent of classic countryside estates. And the person in the

tapped

no response.