Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 205

A mistress confronting her successor—I felt like I was in a daytime drama, and all I could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Just as my laughter faded, a muffled snicker echoed from behind me. I spun around, my heart skipping a beat, only to meet the gaze of a man with a naughty smile and a leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. "Mrs. Ferguson's taste in drama is... unique," he remarked, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Caught eavesdropping, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. "Aren't you doing the same?" I retorted.

The man smiled. "I didn't want to interrupt you."

"Well, you have now." Our banter was cut short as I scrutinized him. "And you are? How do you know me?"

"Gregory Ford." He straightened up, shedding his carefree demeanor as he introduced himself and then, with a nod, said, "Mrs. Ferguson, until we meet again."

Without another word, he walked away, only to grab Dorothy, the heiress with a penchant for trouble, by her ponytail. "Dorothy, with your kind of brains, not knowing the main player from the sideline, maybe try not being a mistress," he quipped with mean sarcasm.

Dorothy furrowed her brows in anger. "What do you mean, Greg?"

"If I hear that disgusting term from you again, I'm sending you back home tonight," Gregory warned before letting her go, casting a meaningful glance back at me as if he was about to reveal the truth to his "girl," but instead, he just smirked, "That's why you're called dumb."

I was surprised. A quick mental rundown of RiverCity's elite didn't place him anywhere, and there he was, dressed down and fitting in effortlessly at Gladys' 80th birthday bash.

Just then, my phone rang.

"Where are you?" Bryant's indifferent voice came through.

I smirked, "Ground floor, by the restroom. Just watched your 'mistress' and 'the other woman' showdown."

Knowing Mark's trials in the Larson family, my birthday wishes for Gladys were perfunctory.

Noticing my mood, Bryant scoffed as we returned to the hall after presenting the birthday gift. "Feeling sorry for him because of his ordeal with the Larson family?"

"Can't I?" I shot back.

Perhaps it was the loss of our child, or maybe I had nothing left to lose, but I found myself caring less about the consequences of my actions.

His gaze turned icy. "He's set to marry Dorothy Myers. Do you think you stand a chance?"

"Dorothy?" The name rang a bell. My eyes scanned the crowd, landing on her. "You mean her?"