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”

and yawning myself, I crawled out of bed. “Now?”

do than to wait for you down

changed my clothes, grabbed my bag, and went

against it, head slightly dipped.

over. “Let’s go.”

He glanced at his watch

implying I was dawdling.

smiled. “Take that as

was ready to hop into

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

settled himself into the passenger

can’t be choosers. That was why he sent me the location to the Myers Mansion, making me his

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

of his head, he

been a sleep–deprived ghost in his past

accelerator and brake,

its serene gardens reminiscent of classic countryside estates. And the person

and tapped his shoulder “Mr. Ford?”

was no