Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 356 

I paused, then couldn’t help but throw in a bit of sarcasm. “You know, I never realized how tolerant you were.” 

That night, in front of everyone, I kissed Gregory. I might’ve had one too many drinks, but it happened. Given Bryant’s ‘my way or the highway‘ attitude, I figured that’d be the last time he’d ever want to see me. 

When I finished speaking, though, it wasn’t Bryant’s voice that answered but a commotion from the center of the banquet hall 

Lilliana slipped into an eye–catching white designer dress and stood at the center with a microphone, appearing a little shy. Yet, her eyes were fiercely searching for someone. 

She was looking for Gregory. 

Lilliana started, “Since I left my grandparents and parents, I’ve, um, I’ve been through a lot and faced many judgments. But, clinging to just a few happy memories, I’ve managed to keep going,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, tears welling up. 

“I’ve also been lucky. My family and Greg never stopped looking for me. This morning, my grandmother asked me what I wished for, and I couldn’t think of anything because being back with the Myers family was already more than I could ask for. But now, I know what! Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

want.” 

“I wish to be worthy of Greg’s years of waiting, to marry him and become his wife.” Her voice trailed off, shy and quiet. 

Who would not love a story where the lovers finally got together? 

The whole room erupted in cheers, and some guys started clapping loudly. 

Ramona’s eyes welled up with tears, seeming to accept the reality and feeling a surge of affection for Lilliana. Gregory’s gaze was hard to read, sharp and inscrutable. 

Bryant stood beside me, and his voice was icy cold. “So, you’d rather be blindly stubborn than get back with me?” 

His mocking tone was unmistakable. But then again, neither he nor Gregory was ever the dilemma I faced. Nor, as he suggested, would I choose Gregory to avoid him. 

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Don’t worry, Mr. Ferguson. I’ve learned to spot a bad deal. I won’t be tripping over the same stone twice.” 

His eyes darkened, almost laughing in disbelief. “You’re calling me a bad deal?” 

“Aren’t you?” I asked, my voice calm. 

Bryant’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “Not long divorced and already so bold.” 

“Bryant,” I straightened up with my voice soft but firm. “I always hoped we could part ways gracefully. Even now, after the divorce, it’d be nice not to see each other awkwardly.” 

I never knew I could be so rational before him without a hint of bitterness. 

“You can hope for anything from me.” He regained his bossy demeanor. “Except for that. That’s impossible.” 

I offered, “What if I trade my 10% stake in Ferguson Group for it?” 

The Ferguson Group’s stock had been rising, not yet reaching the astronomical growth York predicted but clearly on an upward trajectory. To anyone paying attention, the Ferguson Group was on a different level. My 10% was worth a fortune. 

Bryant paused, his gaze darkening. “You’re threatening me?” 

I sneered. “You could say that!” 

I would give up those shares for cutting ties with the past. If Bryant disagreed, I’d sell the shares to someone else. With the 10% stake, anyone could sway big decisions at the Ferguson Group’s shareholder meetings. Bryant wouldn’t let those shares fall into someone