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.”

me for a minute.”

voice a mix of compromise and authority: “You might as well think I’m selfish. But remember,

he didn’t wait for my response and strode out

change what he had already decided. Seeing me fuming, Christine barged in, “What’s the

might not look it, but she was tight–lipped, never spilling secrets even when drunk. Christine was

sighed, “Surprised?

fiercely, “So we left Ferguson Group, toiled day and night to start our own venture, only to end up working for him

eased my irritation, and I nodded, “You’ve summed it up perfectly.”

Christine hadn’t expected Bryant to pull such a move. It took her a while to come to terms with it, “So what do we do?

decisions. It’s better than working for someone else. As for the shares… I’ll look for an

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

into Gregory in

my 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 my first sycophantic smile in a lifetime, “Was