Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 624

Dailey casually lifted his glass, swirling the drink with a leisurely air.

Ah, this is getting interesting.

Gregory was at his limit.

He couldn't stand the revulsion any longer and broke the silence. It was directed at Josiah.

"Your family's fortune for your wife and kids, take it or leave it."

Josiah couldn't believe his ears.

But his response was cut off by Samuel, "You're quite the character, huh?"

Gregory felt a chill crawl up his spine.

He hadn't expected the mafia to stoop to such lows.

No wonder they were in decline.

It was all about holding a strategic position.

Back home, they'd have been reformed by now.

"I like you, and I need someone like you. Join me, and rule this side of town. Whatever you want, you got it."

Josiah wanted to speak but was afraid of offending Samuel, feeling utterly choked up.

It was only because of the Norman family's years of influence that a fool like Samuel could ever dream of being the boss.

Gregory couldn't sit still any longer, he subtly signaled with his fingers.

His men appeared in an instant, surrounding Samuel and his crew.

The hotel's living room suddenly felt cramped.

Samuel spread his hands, "So, we're done talking?"

Gregory not only refused to talk but also wanted to silence him completely.

"Lucius."

Lucius presented the property agreement to Josiah.

Josiah couldn't possibly sign, "Boss Samuel, I'll go find my wife and kids, you handle things here."

Samuel gave Gregory a hopeful look, "Really, you're not considering joining us?"

Gregory clenched his jaw, his disgust evident.

In a flash, he launched a kick at Samuel.

The spacious living room plunged into chaos.

Lucius shielded Gregory, and Dailey joined the fray.

The hotel's management dared not intervene.

Gunshots echoed one after another.

Eventually, the police arrived.

"Put down your weapons!"

The officers separated the two groups, but Gregory was nowhere to be found.

...

The next day was Thanksgiving.

I finished breakfast early and texted Gregory, asking when he might arrive.

He replied near noon, confirming he'd be there by evening. I started preparing dinner with Mrs. Johnson.

During this time, Ramona video called me.

"Look, I'm baking pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving. Come pick them up this weekend."