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?"Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

Christine saw me scratching my arm under my sleeve and asked with concern. "What's wrong?"

I answered uncomfortably, "I don't know. I'm just suddenly feeling itchy."

It started with my chest, but soon, my whole body was unbearably itchy. I frowned. "Might be an allergic reaction."

Christine lifted my sleeve 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?"

"Maybe one of the pastries had peanuts in it." I got up, grabbing my bag. "Let's just tell Ramona we have to go."

Christine agreed, "Okay, let's hurry to the hospital while it's still early. I'll come with you."

"Alright." I nodded.

Ramona was resting in a separate parlor, the door wide open. It was just her and Gregory inside, chatting.

Seeing me knock, Gregory stopped talking, seemingly taking my earlier words to heart, idly fiddling with his phone, not sparing me an extra glance. Ramona playfully smacked his head and looked at me kindly. "Jane, come sit."

"Ramona, I'll just stand." I smiled.

In front of our hosts, I couldn't mention my allergic reaction. It would seem rude as if blaming their hospitality. So, I said, "Something came up. I have to leave."

"Fine. I'll have the driver..." Her gaze suddenly fell on my wrist, the rash not covered by my sleeve, and her voice trailed off, "What happened to your hand?"