Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 272

Struggling for air, my consciousness began to blur.

The discomfort was so unbearable that I wished for death.

I had vowed to never entangle with Bryant again, yet in this dire situation, he was the only person my mind could grasp.

"Bryant... Please, come quickly... Save me..." I silently pleaded in my heart.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness completely, a bucket of cold water was suddenly splashed over me.

The basement, already chilled by the draught, became even colder, snapping me back to some semblance of awareness while making me shiver uncontrollably.

The icy water trailed down my cheeks, neck, and under my collar, biting into my bones.

As I lifted my eyes, I saw Dorothy tied up to a pillar nearby.

Her face bore the imprint of two slaps, and her clothes were filthy and tattered, presenting a picture of utter disarray.

Yet, she stood on a chair, calm and composed.

I let out a weak, cold laugh, "Looks like you're quite the actress."

"Does it matter?" Dorothy retorted with confidence. "All that matters is who he'll choose!"

At that moment, the sound of a car engine approached.

Dorothy kicked away the chair beneath her, casting me a superior look, "Jane, don't blame me. Blame your lowly status that makes you so easy to manipulate."

Soon, a familiar figure descended into the basement, his posture dignified, still dressed in the bespoke suit from the morning.

His gaze instantly found mine, his pupils narrowing, before someone stopped him a few feet away.

Jarrod, lighting a cigar with a smile, greeted, "Mr. Ferguson, it's not easy getting a moment with you."

Bryant's expression darkened, his gaze sharp and foreboding, "Let them go."