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

that, he didn’t wait for my response and strode

words had been wasted on him, worse than brick wall. It was impossible to change what he

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

sighed, “Surprised? Shocked?”

her, whispering fiercely, “So we left Ferguson Group, toiled day and night to start our own venture,

irritation, and I nodded, “You’ve summed

expected Bryant to pull such a move. It took her a while to come

interfere with company decisions. It’s better than working for

to York, the 10% of Ferguson Group shares I held could

Gregory in the

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

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