Lost Me Gained Regret

"Get your ass back here!"

She yelled, then immediately feared attracting the attention of reporters and quickly slammed the door shut.

Recalling her assistant's words, she dug through the chaos to find her phone.

The top trending news had changed - Bella denies Summer's lineage.

Summer felt her strength leave her. At that moment, unable to focus on anything else, she instinctively dialed Mark's number...

The call went unanswered until the cold, mechanical voice of the voicemail greeted her.

Summer, relentless, dialed again and again.

But each time, no answer, just the automatic hang-up.

"Argh!!!" Summer screamed in frustration and despair, and in a fit of rage, she threw her phone against the wall, shattering its screen.

This time, it wasn't that Mark didn't want to answer; he simply couldn't.

Even though the phone was right in front of him.

Gregory lounged on the central couch as if he owned the place, legs casually propped up, showing none of the respect due to a host's home.

could only sit on a

sipping his coffee, holding the most significant bargaining

determined to win

up the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, fighting the urge to throw the hot liquid in Mark's face. Instead, their cups gently clinked

approached,

nook or cranny, and even employed devices for a

to Mark's place, they had already searched everywhere he had been, his

flashed

He set his

it to

aside

Subted aside, not wantin

be splattered with blood.

of someone who troubled him and harbored intentions towards his

casually picked up a baseball bat, weighing it in his hand as he

flinch,

"If

you'll never find

as well tell you, your acupuncture might seem to have delayed the poison, but it hasn't suppressed it. It's almost f integrated into her bloodstream by now. It'll act within two days, and it'll be excruciating. Gregory, don't be so confident, as if everything is under your control. You don't even

bat tightened, the veins

he cracked