Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 446

On the other end of the line, Edith instantly knew something was off the moment she heard the news.

Raising an eyebrow with intrigue, she teased, "What's that supposed to mean? Who's been wearing that robe? Come on, bro, spill the beans or else…"

Gregory, utterly unfazed, didn't even bother to look up. "Or else what?"

Edith smirked. "I'll hop on the next flight home and take my son with me."

Stripping him of his backup, she was playing hardball.

Putting his work aside, Gregory lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Jane was here last night."

Edith gasped. "That's quick progress, isn't it?"

Already in bathrobes!

"Bullcrap."

Gregory cursed with a laugh, then got back on track. "She was drugged, almost certainly by Bella's daughter."

He had made a few calls right after Jane had left the previous night to check the guest list of the party.

It was a who's who of the entertainment world, and the only person Jane knew there was Bella.

Bella's care for Jane seemed genuine.

The only possible culprit left was Summer.

"Bella's daughter?"

Edith puzzled. "Does she have a beef with Jane?"

"Two years ago, the fake that Dorothy Myers brought in to replace Lilliana? That was her."

Edith grew more shocked. "Isn't she Bella's daughter? Why would she do something like impersonation…"

"I'm asking you to find out, aren’t I?"

"…Alright."

Now in the loop, Edith dropped the gossip, getting back to business: "Bella's a tough nut to crack. Rumor has it, only her close confidante Ivy knows all her secrets."

"Ivy?" Gregory frowned. "Her agent?"

Edith nodded. "That's right."

Gregory flicked his cigarette ash. "Then think of something."

"Think of what exactly?"

Edith paused, then laughed in frustration. "You want me to deal with her agent?"

"Women have their ways of talking. Isn't this your forte?"

Rolling her eyes, Edith conceded. "Alright, wait and see. And don't forget, this is going to cost you extra."

"Deal."

For once, Gregory was generous. "I'll cover your travel expenses as well."

"Thanks, boss!"

Pleased, Edith then grew contemplative, cautiously probing, "How's your mood been lately? What does the doctor say?"

His therapist was a friend of hers, though not a close one.

At the mention, Gregory extinguished his cigarette. "Mostly stable."

As long as Jane doesn't provoke him, like she did last night, he could keep his emotions in check.