Lost Me Gained Regret

On the way back to RiverCity.

Alaric couldn't help but find it amusing, recalling how Jane had utterly disregarded him earlier.

If playing nice didn't work, he still had other means.

He refused to believe he couldn't handle a single woman. Once Jane returned to Bryant's side, everything would settle down. Bryant, overwhelmed by the joy of having her back, wouldn't care about the methods Alaric used. As for Gregory, he wouldn't risk his friendship with Bryant over a woman. To the Ford family's crown prince, it was just a way to pass the time. Alaric had seen enough to know Gregory wasn't seriously involved with Jane.

Mulling over his plan, Alaric, with his legs crossed, made a call. "Hey, it's me. Whatever it takes, just-Damn!"

The car abruptly screeched to a halt, and since he hadn't bothered with his seatbelt, he was propelled forward into the back of the front seat!

Cursing under his breath from the pain!

The leg he had propped up felt numb from the impact.

After gathering himself, Alaric, still not daring to move his leg and sweating bullets, bitingly cursed the driver, "Damn it, have you been drinking?? What kind of driving is that!"

"No, no..."

buckled in, quickly explained, "Boss, the car in front stopped suddenly. If I hadn't braked, we

should've just hit

at the car

a row of sixes. Such audacity made

wouldn't just be a matter of compensation, but also a problem

as a man in a black casual suit stepped out of the Phantom

knowing well it was the other's sudden stop that led to his current state. Yet, he couldn't even afford to be angry, instead offering a forced smile, "Hello,

remarked, "You were driving pretty fast, almost didn't

need

a hunch but couldn't believe it, hastening to clarify his position. "I'm really sorry, I just

his tone, Alaric

them for his injury. Alaric had that much

door, pressed a hand on his shoulder, and with a swift,

up straight, hands back in his pockets.