Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 332

Bryant’s body stiffened sharply, the light in his eyes dimming by the second. He knew better than anyone the tragedy that had befallen our child. What stood between us wasn’t just Margaret or anyone else, but the life of a child that had been lost. If he and I reconciled, what would that make of our child’s death?

Knock, knock!

Outside, York knocked on the glass door. Bryant’s voice was cold, “Come in.”

York entered, his expression anxious. “Mr. Ferguson, there’s suspicion from the Myers Group. Dorothy and her people stormed into Ferguson Group, and they might head here next.”

“No rush.” Bryant always had a strategic mind in business, his tone now laced with danger, “Tell Ryan to speed things up. Swallow up the project in three days. By then, it’ll be too late for the Myers family to react.”

Clearly, the merger between RF and Ferguson Groups had made him a formidable opponent against the Myers family, perhaps even stronger.

“Understood.”

for a minute.”

his voice a mix

didn’t wait for my response and strode out the door, confident as

had been wasted on him, worse than brick wall. It was impossible to change what he had already decided. Seeing me fuming, Christine barged in, “What’s the

said, “He’s the ultimate boss.” Christine might not look it, but she was tight–lipped, never spilling secrets even when drunk. Christine was

“Surprised?

stomped her foot in frustration, slamming the door behind her, whispering fiercely, “So we left Ferguson Group, toiled day and night to start our own venture, only to end up working for him again??”

reaction somewhat eased my irritation, and I

while to come to terms with it, “So what do we do? Keep working

myself, “We hold nearly half the shares between us, and they don’t interfere with company decisions. It’s better than working for someone else. As for the shares… I’ll look for an opportunity to

Ferguson Group shares I held could double. I would have the

into Gregory in the

head, and I found myself giving Gregory a knowing look. “What’s with that look?” Gregory eyed me warily. “Spit it out, don’t look at me like a dog eyeing a hamburger.” He was a decent guy, handsome too. Just a shame he wasn’t mute. Focusing on the main issue, I managed