Lost Me Gained Regret

Pearl's face went white as a sheet, her hands and feet moving in a frantic scramble.

It was crystal clear now. That snake, Jane, had called her, pretending to agree to give up her inheritance in exchange for the antidote.

But in reality! She knew Pearl had someone backing her up. This move was just a ploy to lure out the snake from its hole!

Pearl clenched her teeth in anger. She should've known better; who in the world would pass up a chance to hit the jackpot like that?

And to think she was naïve enough to question if blood ties were that influential.

Turns out, the woman never intended to give up anything; it was all a trap!

Gregory's thin lips curved into a mocking smile. "Mrs. Myers, your brain isn't cut out for overthinking, and certainly not for judging others by your own standards. Jane called you, indeed for Ramona's sake, willing to give up everything. But you must know, I'm not as kind-hearted as her."

Gregory glanced around the room with an indifferent look, his expression cold but his tone carried an almost imperceptible doting nuance, "So, what are you planning?" Pearl's gaze sharpened. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much." Gregory laughed, and just when Pearl thought she could relax, he suddenly gave Kane a sharp look. "I'm just thinking of making a simple call to the police." "Josiah, right? A fugitive from over twenty years ago, daring to return under a new identity, kidnapping, poisoning... seems like someone's taking the law too lightly."

With that, he gave Lucius a look. Lucius immediately prepared to call the police.

denial. "I don't know what you're

worries. The police will clarify everything

"Wait!"

tried to

call, well aware

surrounded the

no chance for escape.

took crossed his

aren't you interested

antidote anymore?"

column, smirking coldly. "You'd give it to me? Or rather, would

saw right through him in

barely concealed his

but here was someone even

Mr. Ford, that's quite interesting.

Gregory raised an eyebrow,

a life sentence at the least. So, what'll it be? Prisonfood, or banding