Bryant was hardly ever on the receiving end of such a tone. When she was with him, Jane was mostlyposed and gentle, professionally adept, personally organized. Rarely did she sound so girlish.


    In a fluster, Bryant ended the call. His phone slipped from his grasp, thudding softly against the carpet, mirroring his own disarray. He had intended to ask, to confirm her rtionship with Gregory. But hearing the happiness in her voice, he couldn''t muster the courage to even ask that one question, to seek that one confirmation. He knew he neither dared nor deserved to know. And what would it change anyway? Nothing.


    She was wonderful, deserving of anyone''s affection. In the end, his sudden realization felt quite insignificant next to Gregory''s years of steady loyalty. But luckily, he still had plenty of time. Gregory could wait. So could he. He shamefully thought, as long as they weren''t married, he''d have his chance to swoop in.


    ...


    ric couldn''t pay attention to York''s words, not with such an opportunity before him. Nodding along before hastily leaving the booth, he headed straight in the direction Bryant had gone. His sess in business wasn''t just due to his girlfriend''s connections but also his thick skin and ruthlessness. He caught sight of Bryant, who seemed stunned by some news before driving off without Kevin, even the rain went unnoticed. ric had his suspicions, approaching Kevin with a sly smile. "Kevin, something wrong with Mr. Ferguson? He doesn''t seem to be in high spirits." "It''s none of your business," Kevin responded curtly before walking away. Having been by Bryant''s side for years, Kevin had his principles. The most important of which: the boss''s personal matters were off-limits to outsiders.


    Rebuffed, ric felt slightly embarrassed but remained eager. He decided to call his girlfriend. "Babe, did your cousin mention anything about Mr. Ferguson?"


    "Mr. Ferguson? Bryant?"


    "Yeah, that''s the one."Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    "What about him?"


    Feeling a lead, ric perked up, "Like... anything about Mr. Ferguson''s personal life?"


    Sensing it was rted to romantic affairs, especially given Bryant''s reaction, ric knew it had to involve a woman of significance. A woman critical to Bryant.


    After a moment, the voice on the phone shared, "Bryant''s personal life is pretty clean, none of the mess you''re imagining."


    "No, no, not that," ric hurried to rify, "Isn''t Mr. Ferguson famously devoted to his wife? How''s their rtionship?"


    If his personal life was clean, then that woman must be Bryant''s wife. Yet, her identity remainedrgely a mystery.


    "Oh! Last I overheard my cousin


    saying Mr Ferguson and his wife have divorced. Actually, it was his wife who kicked things off. I''ll never understand why she''d leave Such avish lifestyle..."


    "Divorced??" ric pressed, "When did this happen?"


    "Just recently," the voice divulged, adding a gentle warning, "What are you nning? I eavesdropped on this, don''t make it widely known and put me in a tough spot."


    "Trust me, you know me," ric reassured her before probing further, "Do you know what Mrs. Ferguson does?"


    "She''s the founder of that fashion brand that''s been all the rage these past two years, Janedream."


    "Janedream... Christine?"


    ric had met Christine at a


    business g. She left an


    impression. Stunning, dazzling. No wonder she''d propelled Janedream to such fame in a mere couple of years.