Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 852

"You two never really had a normal relationship from the start."

"So, Merritt, I'm speaking to you like a brother when I say this."

"Don't waste your time on Chris anymore. Spend these precious moments with your grandmother, focus on building your career, and eventually, you'll find your own happiness."

Merritt tried to muster a smile, but it was tinged with bitterness.

"Jane, I've taken your words to heart. You'd better go now; my brother-in-law's glare could cut me into pieces."

Jane added one last thought, "You used her, she used you—you're even now. Neither of you owes the other anything."

"I left some money under the pillow in the side room. Please thank Helena for the meal she cooked for us. Even though it was just one night, we were still an inconvenience."

"Merritt, live well."

Even as an overwhelming sense of bitterness and pain spread through Merritt, he smiled, showing his teeth.

"You too, Jane. And Chrissy, I wish you both happiness, peace, and health."

"Alright."

Merritt watched as a convoy of luxury cars drove away.

He opened his palm, looking at the small good-luck charm.

Christine had given it to him.

Suddenly, he clenched his fist around it but then relaxed with a resigned smile.

He made a silent bet with fate.

If, on the day he achieved his dreams, Christine was unhappy with Dailey, he would risk everything—his life and fortune—to take Christine away.

...

Vista Town.

As soon as Christine stepped off the plane, a shiver ran through her.

The sky was a heavy gray, promising snow.

She was about to pull her coat tighter when a blanket was draped over her shoulders.

Then she felt an arm wrap around her.

The car wasn't far, just down the steps.

But halfway there, a convoy of armored vehicles blocked their path.

Christine watched as an unfamiliar middle-aged man approached the car.

He tapped on Dailey's window.

Dailey rolled it down halfway, letting in a draft that swirled around his brooding eyes.

The man leaned slightly and spoke respectfully, "Sir, your father requests your presence for dinner."

Dailey hadn't expected his father to send his most trusted and discreet aide to fetch him.

"I'm not hungry."

"If you don't move, I'll plow right through."

The man chuckled, "Sir, your father also insists that the young lady join you for dinner."

Dailey's voice turned icy, "That's not going to happen. Move."

The man maintained his polite smile, "Sir, my orders are clear. If you refuse, I have instructions to deal with the young lady here."

As he finished speaking, he waved the handgun in his hand slightly.