Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 456

After the dinner party wrapped up, a few more of Gregory's friends arrived for the second half of the evening.

And an uninvited guest.

It was my first time laying eyes on Palmer Ford, the notorious illegitimate son of the Ford family.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, he confidently pushed open the private room door, leaning against it with a sinister smile that somewhat resembled Gregory's. With a flick of his finger, he knocked on the door.

Gregory, unaffected, casually played his cards.

Then he won several times.

Clarence exploded. "Damn, you're cheating, aren't you?!"

Silence fell.

The stakes were high, and by the end, Gregory had pocketed a seven-figure sum.

Dailey chuckled, "Seems like your wife brings you luck?"

"Somewhat."

Gregory's modesty was belied by the thick amusement in his gaze.

Christine, while resetting the automatic tile shuffler, complained, "Jane, your man not only snatched you away but now he's taking my money too." "Fair game."

Gregory laughed, generously offering, "But hey, about the rent for your shop, Clarence could waive it for you."

Clarence retorted, "Greg, playing the generous host with someone else's money? Classic."

"Not cool?"

Gregory shot back.

Clarence glanced at Christine and generously declared, "Of course, it's cool. Nice to meet your lady today, consider it a welcome gift." "Thanks, Clarence!"

Christine beamed, "Clarence is so generous, a real big shot. Totally different from those spoiled rich kids."

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The door sounded again, this time with more force.

Palmer smirked, "What's this? A party and I wasn't invited? Bro, how could you not include me in the birthday fun?" Stepping in, his gaze landed on me beside Gregory, "And you must be Ms. Myers, right? Should I call you Jane then?" Gregory scoffed, barely giving him a glance. "You think you're worthy? Know your place."

"Bro, that's harsh."

Palmer pulled up a chair and sat

down, "We're all Ford family, we the same blood. What's the

nce between you and me?"

Gregory handed me a glass of room-temperature juice, completely ignoring Palmer, "Humans and dogs, there's a difference."

Palmer adjusted his glasses, "You

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don't have to be so hostile. Dad sent me to check if, since you're still around and all, you'll be attending the family dinner tomorrow night?"

"Then do me a favor, ask him if he's ready to see you ruined."

"What do you mean?"

Gregory toyed with a mahjong tile, "The Ford Group's Al project tanked, billions gone. Think you'll still have a place there?"

Palmer's composure crumbled, "How... That's not public yet. How do you know?"

"Maybe because I orchestrated it?"

Gregory's smile was taunting, but his eyes were cold as ice.

Palmer's eyes darkened with fury. "You did this?"

Gregory, "Just settling a score, perfectly fair."

"What score? I have no clue what you're on about."

Palmer quickly masked his agitation, refusing to show weakness, "You don't need to worry about my position in the Ford Group. I'm here to tell you, be at the family dinner tomorrow night..."