Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 233

As I walked over, I glimpsed the sight on his phone screen was scandalous. I turned to leave immediately! Gregory was showing me a video of Margaret and Albert from that night.

"What's the rush?" he asked, his long legs blocking my path as he dragged the progress bar back.

The screen went dark, but the voices were unmistakable and dreadfully familiar.

"Could you keep it to yourself for now?"

"Sure. What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?"

"Haven't decided yet. How about you owe me one? I'll let you know once I’ve decided."

"Fine."

After hearing this exchange, I looked up at him, dumbfounded. "You recorded it?"

He seemed careless, but his actions were meticulously calculated.

"Got lucky," he said with a chuckle, his arrogance unmistakable. "Does it count as evidence?"

"You're ruthless." I was at a loss for words and not in the best of moods. "Fine, out with it. What do you want?"

Could it be he was suggesting I hurry up and divorce Bryant? I'd welcome that with open arms.

Gregory said casually, "There's a birthday party the day after tomorrow. I need a date."

I had zero interest in social gatherings of any kind. "Can I not go?"

He asked me back, "What do you think?"

I was helpless. "Got it."

It was just this once, so why not?

"Deal," Gregory responded casually yet firmly.

Once we were inside and shut the door behind us, I turned to Christine, about to question her motives, when she shot me a suggestive look. "He's quite something, huh? That bold and carefree attitude is a magnet for young girls!"

"Did he attract you then?" I asked, smiling.

Christine shrugged. "Nope. After Steven, I've turned over a new leaf. I prefer the mature and stable type. He's not my cup of tea, too wild to handle."

I was relieved. "That's good."

Considering Gregory's background, if Christine fell for him, it'd just be another heartbreak.

The divide between his world and ours was just too big to cross. To them, dealing with us was as easy as squashing ants.

Driven by curiosity, Christine pressed, "So, who exactly is he?"