Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 805

"I can't beat you in a fight."

Merritt's voice was charged with frustration. "But if you mess with Chrissy, I'll do whatever it takes to help her out, even if it means going to Jane for help."

Dailey was about to retort when Christine stepped in, cutting him off.

"Mr. Clarkson, I'm going to have to ask you to leave my house."

Dailey moved closer, attempting to take her hand, but she dodged his gesture.

"Chris..."

He opened his mouth, presumably to apologize, but Christine cut him off again, "Mr. Clarkson, you've cheapened yourself too much. It's becoming repulsive."

"I actually have something important to discuss with you," Gregory said, dragging Dailey outside.

Dailey shrugged him off, and Gregory clicked his tongue in annoyance, "What's the deal, you don't need my help anymore?"

"You were begging for my help before, and now you're giving me the cold shoulder?"

Dailey lit a cigarette, his response indifferent, "You didn't help me either."

Gregory couldn't help but laugh in disbelief, "I didn't help you? My conscience must have been eaten by a dog, considering I've been up day and night trying to help you." Smoke curled from Dailey's lips, blurring the sharp lines of his dark, brooding eyes.

He said nothing, just stood in the fire escape, silently smoking.

arms crossed,

remained silent, taking a deep drag from his cigarette before opting to take the stairs down instead of the

escape door to leave, signaling Primo to follow Dailey,

Dailey's car was still there. Glancing at the time, he leaned against the car,

emerged from the fire escape and unlocked

Gregory, he remarked, "That was

current mess, would have lashed out at

had an idea. You're so smart; couldn't you

just giving a

not is up to you.

also wait a month to get a DNA

too impatient, wanting

the car, not opening the door for a long

on the passenger

kicked the

raised an

for years but rarely saw

had never been as visibly agitated as he was now. "Drink?" Gregory

headed to

whispered in

you serious about

bed, a

question, she