Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 545

"Gregory..."

The moment I saw him, a wave of relief washed over me, and I calmly said, "They injected Ramona with something, I have no clue what it was."

"Wow,"

Kane feigned surprise, "Mr. Ford really goes all out for love, huh? Coming here all by himself?"

As he said, it was clear he had done his homework on everyone close to me.

Gregory ignored his comments, let go of me, and began pacing towards him, step by step, his voice seemingly casual but laced with barely concealed fury, "I came because I knew I could leave in one piece. You should be more worried about yourself."

"I..." Kane was about to retort when he realized the gravity of the situation, his expression darkening. "What about my men downstairs?"

"They might be injured or worse." Gregory smirked. "Either way, no one’s coming to your rescue."

Kane was speechless. "Impossible!"

Gregory simply said, "See for yourself."

Kane didn't need to because Gregory's unannounced appearance on the second floor said it all.

Yet, there had been no noise from downstairs.

How Gregory managed it was a mystery!

After all, those guarding the entrance were top-tier international mercenaries.

Gregory glanced at Ramona, unconscious on the side, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "The antidote."

Kane, far from being rattled, smirked. "How can you tell it's poison and not just some harmless glucose solution?"

"Stop stalling for time waiting for backup."

Mark, clutching his wound, said, "Without the antidote, do you think you can leave once the cops arrive?!"

"That remains to be seen."

Kane glanced at me, and just as Gregory was about to make a move, he knocked over Ramona's chair. Gregory lunged to catch her, and in that moment, Kane vaulted over the windowsill.