Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 173

"Give me that piece of land in West End, Mr. Ferguson," the bald guy said indifferently, "Messing with Mrs. Ferguson was his first mistake. As for the rest, I've taken care of it for you, Mr. Ferguson. You'll be pleased with the outcome."

With a slight smirk, Bryant replied in a cold, harsh tone, "Deal."

"Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson..." Lloyd begged.

Lloyd then realized the reinforcements weren't there for him but were using the situation to curry favor with Bryant.

Panicked, he dashed out, clinging to Bryant's legs, begging, "Mr. Ferguson, please, have mercy on me!"

"Kevin." Bryant's voice was icy.

With a swift kick, Kevin sent Lloyd sprawling, "Before laying a finger on Mrs. Ferguson, you should've weighed your odds. Too late for pleas now!"

Yet, undeterred, Lloyd crawled back, grabbing at my feet. "Mrs. Ferguson, Mrs. Ferguson, I was blind to your grace! Please spare me!"

My hand pressed firmly over Bryant's wound, the anger bubbling up inside at the thought of who had shot him. "Get lost!"

In the next second, Kevin kicked Lloyd aside and ushered us into the car. Kevin took the wheel while Bryant's men filled the other vehicles, a convoy of cars speeding down the highway.

Bryant glanced at me. "Not scared?"

"Terrified!" I was petrified, especially unable to let go of his wound. "Kevin, speed up! Call the hospital and get them ready!"

Bryant chuckled lightly. "It's a minor injury. Why the panic?"

"You're losing blood fast! How is this a minor injury? Do you need to be on death's door to consider it serious?"

While feeling the blood oozing continuously, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

He wiped my tears away and gently cleaned the dirt off my face with a tissue. "Thought you were set on the divorce. Why the fuss now?"

I said furiously, "You're a psycho!"