Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 357

His face hardened, voice roughened as though sandpapered, “I gave you the shares so you could have a better life, not for you to use them as a bargaining chip against me.”

I pressed, “So, Mr. Ferguson, is that a yes or no?”

He let out a cold laugh, his tone icy, “Then go ahead and try. Whoever you sell to, I’ll ensure they regret it. If you’re out to hurt someone, by all means, proceed.”

He was as obsessive as ever, almost to a pathological degree. Threatening was all about who could stoop lower. I couldn’t beat him at his own game. It was pointless to argue further. Gritting my teeth, I went straight to find Christine.

Christine and York were chatting about trivial matters.

Seeing me approach, Christine turned to York with a smile. “Mr. Carlson, when you’re back in RiverCity after Christmas, dinner’s on me.”

“Sure.” York nodded slightly.

After exchanging greetings, I was about to leave with Christine.

“Ms. Webster!” York suddenly called out to me, hesitating before speaking, “Your divorce from Bryant, does it have anything to do with that kidnapping incident and his engagement to Dorothy?”

I replied truthfully, “Somewhat, but not entirely.”

“Actually, during that kidnapping, Bryant knew the gun had no bullets. The model of that handgun wouldn’t feel or weigh the same load, York said with a hint of pity, “He came back that night and smoked the whole time, admitting that you must be really disappointed in him again.”

I blinked, replying, “I know. Bryant was trying to protect me.”

I hadn’t known it at the time. But later, I understood after Bryant brilliantly escaped and called off the engagement, using the RF Group’s influence to deal with the Myers family.

York heaved a sigh of relief, confused. “Then why did it have to come to this…”

“Because that was just the last straw.” I smiled faintly, “So, whether it’s a straw or a rose wrapped in straw, it makes no difference.”

The banquet hall was beaming with laughter and chatter.

We grabbed some pastries from the buffet to tide us over until we could leave as the party wound down. Shortly after eating, I started to feel itchy all over.

arm under my sleeve and asked with

answered uncomfortably, “I don’t know. I’m just suddenly feeling itchy.”

whole body was unbearably itchy. I frowned, “Might be an allergic reaction.”

to take a look and panicked, “It’s an allergy, just like that time in college. Weird, we didn’t eat any peanuts. How do you feel?”

pastries had peanuts in it.” I got up, grabbing my bag, “Let’s

the hospital while it’s still

“Alright.” I nodded.

a separate parlor, the door wide open. It

Gregory inside, chatting.

words to heart, idly fiddling with

head and looked at me kindly, “Jane, come

I’ll just stand.” I smiled.

reaction. It would seem rude as if blaming their hospitality. So, I said, “Something came up. I

the driver…” Her gaze suddenly fell on my wrist, the rash not covered by my

Chapter 357

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