Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 503

Then, with a nonchalant stretch, he gulped down the last of his coffee, slammed the mug on the table, and declared, "Well, Ms. Webster, you'd better keep that backdoor open for me. If things go south, I'm coming back to crash with you."

"Uncle!" Off to the side, Ike, who was sipping on his hot chocolate, gave him a reproachful look, pouting, "Don't you have work today?"

Gregory's face softened momentarily before shooting Ike a sharp glance, "Little brat, tired of me already?"

Ike huffed, "When you're here, Jane's all yours!"

And with that, Gregory was effectively chased out.

After seeing Gregory into the elevator, the little tyke clambered up to me, planting a wet kiss on my cheek, "Jane, who do you love more, me or Uncle?"

I couldn't help but laugh, "I love you, of course."

But I love your uncle more. I thought.

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The night was serene, and the top-tier RiverCity Club basked in its tranquility amidst a bustling neighborhood. Membership was exclusive, and a card could set you back a sum in the six figures.

This hefty price tag was just for entry rights; everything else was on the tab. And forget about transferring or cancelling your membership.

This policy alone drew a stark line between the classes, leaving the average Joe to only dream from the outside.

Around a corridor bend, Alaric eyed the woman dressed as one of the club's waitresses, nodding in approval yet double-checking, "You remember what you're here for, right?"

"I do."

Her small face was calm, yet there was a chill in her demeanor, "To stay by Mr. Ferguson's side."

In other words, to become Mr. Ferguson's woman.

Alaric chuckled, "Good. You've got tonight. Pull it off, and I'll cover your mom's medical bills. Or, if Mr. Ferguson takes a liking, you'll want for nothing. But fail, and well, you know the stakes."