Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 490

Greg had a storm cloud hanging over him all day, which was a rare sight.

When she mentioned what Ophelia had said outside the Ford Group's towering building, Greg couldn't hide his surprise.

Ophelia claimed she didn't know Jane?

But checking up on Jane's background was partly their job.

They knew as much about Jane as Greg himself did, if not more.

Connecting the dots, Greg thought back to the misunderstanding with Jane caused by Lucius' delayed information.

Was it truly a delay, or was it deliberate?

Ophelia was in charge of that investigation.

Of course, Lucius, or Ophelia, for that matter, had been by his side for over a decade...

Had they grown too comfortable, bold enough to mess with his woman?

Empowering them had apparently led to them taking liberties!

Lucius, growing more convinced of his own suspicions and despite a moment's hesitation, finally spoke up, albeit reluctantly: "About checking on Ms. Webster, I was unsure about some of the information initially, so I omitted it."

He had no idea why Greg was bringing this up now but chose to take the fall for Ophelia.

After all, they had history.

And Ophelia, proud as she was, would be ruined if Greg found out she did it on purpose.

They could make countless mistakes, but loyalty was their baseline.

Greg's gaze turned colder, clearly not buying a word. Without any patience left, he cut to the chase: "Do you know why, despite knowing you had feelings for Ophelia, I let you two work together on official matters?"

"Greg..."

Lucius was shocked, not expecting that his slight affection for Ophelia was so transparent to Greg.

Yet he found no words to deny it.

The office was chilling, but sweat formed on Lucius' forehead. Before the man everyone called "Mr. George," he knelt, pleading.

"Greg, it's my fault, I shouldn't have..."

—shouldn't have covered for Ophelia, not once but twice!

But the words choked in his throat.

This would throw Ophelia to the wolves.

At best, she'd be outcast; at worst... Greg had never been merciful to traitors.

Greg, leaning against his desk, absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the surface, locking eyes with Lucius for a few seconds before reaching for the phone.

He dialed a number.

The reception at SZ Technology picked up promptly, "Mr. George!"

"Let Ophelia answer the phone," instructed Greg in a calm voice.

"Right away, Mr. George."

Shortly after, Ophelia came on the line, her voice as neutral as ever, betraying none of the tension, "Greg, what's up?"

"I need you at the Ford Group."

"...Okay."