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,

than to wait for

I quickly washed up, changed my

the porte–cochere. He was leaning casually against it, head slightly dipped.

“Let’s go.”

time.” He glanced at his watch casually. “Not

I was

“Take that as a compliment on

hop into the back of the Bentley.

gestured toward the

settled himself into

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

of his head, he was out like a

a sleep–deprived ghost in

I eased up on the accelerator and brake, driving more gently

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

and tapped

no response.