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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 172

"Seriously?" Allen was skeptical.

I was fuming. "Yes, seriously! Hurry up!"

Thrilled to bits, Allen scrambled to untie the ropes binding me.

But as I was about to enjoy my freedom, someone abruptly grabbed my arm from behind. Before I could even resist, I felt the cold metal against my temple. Having watched my fair share of crime dramas and war movies, I knew it was the barrel of a gun. My body tensed up, and I dared not move, letting the man pull me to my feet.

"Mr. Ferguson, stop it, or there'll be trouble with Mrs. Ferguson." The moment the person behind me spoke, I recognized the raspy voice.

At that point, his men were mostly down, clearly outmatched by Bryant and his crew.

Bryant stopped and smirked coldly, "You'd have to be a fool to think I'd let you harm her. None of you are leaving this place alive if you dare lay a finger on her."

The raspy-voiced man faltered, trying to sound tough, "But, Mr. Ferguson, your stance, it doesn't seem like you’re planning on letting us go."

"Kidnap my wife, and I have to show you the ropes. Otherwise, you lot will start thinking you run the place." With a calm and cold demeanor, Bryant straightened his disheveled shirt and walked over. He had a sense of control and strategy about him.

As he approached step by step, the man holding the gun trembled. "Don't come any closer!"

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