Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 312

Brimming with the fearless vigor of youth, Molly left Christine and me wide-eyed in disbelief.

Snapping back to reality, worried about dragging her into trouble with Susan, I quickly pulled her behind me.

"Come at me if you want someone," I declared.

"Jane!" However, Molly didn't show a hint of fear. She turned to Susan, "Didn't you say you didn't want the dress? Let Dorothy stop trying it on and come out."

"Hah!" Susan scoffed, her disdain palpable, "That's rich coming from you, a mere employee. Does your boss agree with you? Do you have any idea how much this dress costs..."

"I can buy it!" Molly puffed up her cheeks, throwing out the words with bold defiance.

I pretended not to hear Molly’s boast.

Susan turned a furious shade of blue. "Jane, you agree with this?"

"If you're not happy with it, then yes. That's an option." I smiled lightly, speaking calmly.

Susan gritted her teeth, glaring at Molly. "You think you can afford it? This dress is over five million dollars!"

"Only five million dollars? Ma’am, are you broke or something?" Molly looked at Susan, genuinely puzzled. "Otherwise, why keep harping on about something that's only five million dollars?"

"You..." Susan was livid, her hand raised to strike Molly's face.

I moved to intervene, but someone was quicker.

Gregory approached from behind us, firmly grabbing Susan's arm, his gaze stern. "Susan, how did my little sister upset you? Tell me, and I'll have Grandma talk to her personally."

My jaw dropped as I looked between him and Molly. Gregory was Molly’s brother?

Susan's face twisted. "She... she's your sister? Don't try to fool me. I've never seen her with the Ford family."

Gregory didn't reply, pulling out his phone to make a video call.

"She hasn't been home much." Gregory glanced at Molly, saying casually.

Molly beamed. "I've moved back now, Jane. You'll be seeing a lot more of me!"

Amidst the commotion outside, Christine heard everything in the dressing room.

Deciding to step in, Christine knocked on the door. "Ms. Myers, do you need any help?"

"No need!" Dorothy snapped, pushing the door open to emerge.

And she looked stunning. Not her. It was the dress that looked fabulous. On her, it moved with a captivating grace.

Mindful of Gregory's presence, Dorothy restrained her anger, only glaring at him. "What's your deal with Jane? Why do you always stand up for her?"

"Enough, Dorothy!" Having finished her call, Susan came over, swallowing her pride to pull Dorothy away. "Change out of the dress. We're leaving."