Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 146

"I'm not a drama queen like you." With those words, I wanted nothing but to end the pointless argument and walk away.

"You're not going anywhere! You owe me an explanation today!" Margaret suddenly charged at me, twisting her foot and lunging straight toward me deliberately.

Next to me was a large fountain!

She fell on me so hard that we both tumbled into the fountain, but I grabbed her arm, dragging her down with me! She wanted us to go down together, so be it.

The icy water soaked us through instantly, filling my nose and mouth! Luckily, the water wasn't deep. Frantically searching for something to grab onto, a strong hand suddenly gripped mine. "Jane!"

In a flash, I was pulled out, wrapped in a coat, and pulled into a warm embrace.

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, only to hear Mark shouting toward the fountain, echoing Margaret’s struggles. "Don't rescue her! Let her climb out on her own!"

His voice was harsh and menacing, like a demon from hell.

The security personnel didn't dare move closer.

Against the light, I couldn't see Mark's expression. A chill wind made me shiver, and the arms around me nearly sprinted!

The elevator took us straight to the executive office, where he carried me through the door, instructing his secretary as he walked, "Get a set of clothes, inside and out, and hurry!"

"Yes, Mr. Larson." The secretary glanced at me before rushing off.

Mark went straight to the office's restroom, gently setting me down and turning on the shower quickly, handing me a disposable towel.

His demeanor had softened. "Are you okay? Do you want to take a hot shower?"

"Yes." Shivering, I waited for him to leave before stepping into the shower, letting the hot water revive me.

Compared to Bryant, I thought Margaret was the one who was unbearably disturbed, almost paranoid. She plagiarized me and then had the nerve to confront me.

After the hot shower, someone knocked on the bathroom door while I was thinking what to do next. "Ms. Webster, Mr. Larson had me bring you some clothes."

"Thank you." I cracked the door to take the clothes, everything provided from head to toe.

As I finished drying my hair and was about to leave, the door suddenly swung open, and Bryant advanced, his tall frame casting a shadow, his expression dark, and his gaze sharp as a blade! He seemed to radiate a terrifying anger as he approached.

Before I could react, Bryant scanned the room and harshly gripped my chin, his voice squeezed through clenched teeth. "You two weren't together?"