<b>Chapter 332</b>
Bryant’s body stiffened sharply, the light in his eyes dimming by the second. He knew better than anyone the tragedy that had befallen our child. What stood between us wasn’t just Margaret or anyone else, but the life of a child that had been lost. If he and I reconciled, what would that make of our child’s death?
Knock, knock!
Outside, York knocked on the ss door. Bryant’s voice was cold, “Come in.”
York entered, his expression anxious. “Mr. Ferguson, there’s suspicion from the Myers Group. Dorothy and her people stormed into Ferguson Group, and they might head here next.”
“No rush.” Bryant always had a strategic mind in business, his tone nowced with danger, “Tell Ryan to speed things up. Swallow up the project in three days. By then, it’ll be toote for the Myers family to react.”
Clearly, the merger between RF and Ferguson Groups had made him a formidable opponent against the Myers family, perhaps even stronger.
“Understood.”
Leave me for a minute.”
After epting the orders, York quickly exited. As the door closed behind him, Bryant turned to me, his voice a mix ofpromise and authority: “You might as well think I’m selfish. But remember, you’re to be Mrs. Ferguson.”
With that, he didn’t wait for my response and strode out the door, confident as ever!All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.
I felt like all my words had been wasted on him<b>, </b>worse than brick wall. It was impossible to change what he had already decided. Seeing me fuming, Christine barged in, “What’s the deal with Bryant and RF?”
I bluntly said, “He’s the ultimate boss.” Christine might not look it, but she was tight–lipped, never spilling secrets even when drunk. Christine was dumbfounded by <b>my </b>reply.
I sighed, “Surprised? Shocked?<b>”</b>
She stomped her foot <b>in </b>frustration<b>, </b>mming the door behind her, whispering fiercely, “So we left Ferguson Group, toiled day and night to start our own venture<b>, </b>only to end up working for him again<b>??</b><b>”</b>
Her reaction somewhat eased my irritation<b>, </b><b>and </b>I nodded, “You’ve summed it up perfectly.”
*…Damn<b>, </b>he’s cunning.” Christine hadn’t expected Bryant to pull such a move. It took her a while toe to terms with it, “So what do we do? Keep working for him<b>?</b><b>”</b>
“Not really.” I calmed myself, “We hold nearly half the shares between us, and they don’t interfere withpany decisions. It’s better than working for someone else. As for the shares… I’ll look for an opportunity to discuss it with himter.”
ording to York, the 10% of Ferguson Group shares I held could double. I would have the leverage to negotiate with Bryant.
Later that evening, I ran into Gregory in the underground parking lot.
Out of nowhere, that old idea I’d tossed aside <b>popped </b>back into my head, and <b>I </b>found myself giving Gregory a knowing look. “What’s with that look?” Gregory eyed me warily. “Spit <b>it </b>out<b>, </b><b>don’t </b>look at me like a dog eyeing a hamburger.” <b>He </b>was a decent guy, handsome too. Just a shame he wasn’t mute. Focusing <b>on </b>the main issue, I managed <b>my </b>first sycophantic smile in a lifetime, “Was what you said the other <b>day </b>for real?”
He sauntered towards the elevator, ncing at me sideways<b>, </b>“Which part?<b>”</b>
<b>“</b>Helping me deal with <b>Bryant</b>.” Aside from Gregory’s suggestion, I couldn’t <b>think </b>of any other way. In a world where power prevails, <b>defiance </b>without support usually ends in tragedy. Our circle was no stranger to such misfortunes. <b>But </b>if I could align myself with <b>the </b><b>Ford </b>family, then perhaps… Respect goes a long way.
Gregory <b>stepped </b>into the elevator, his voice nonchnt, “I think about it
<b>What </b><b>goes </b>aroundes around. His words echoed <b>mine</b>, and without a second thought, I <b>urged</b>, “<b>Don’t </b><b>think </b><b>too </b><b>long</b><b>.</b>