Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 479

Mark was more consumed by the thought than she ever was.

Just like the last couple of years, Jane was off studying and getting treatment in France, far away from any rivals. In his eyes, no one could ever come close to replacing him by her side.

He had no worries about anyone snatching Jane away.

How perfect.

But deep down, he knew, Jane would never return.

Mark exhaled a heavy breath, trying to dispel the thought, "No way."

"There's got to be something you can do... you must..."

Summer knew Mark was ruthless. If he wanted, Jane could disappear without a trace!

At her words, Mark looked slightly taken aback. "What can I do?"

“Just... just keep her locked away! Or somehow tie her down..."

“Impossible!” Mark's veins were popping with fury as he shot back, "I'm warning you, drop these petty schemes. As long as she's in Vista Town, you better make sure she's safe. If anything like the incident at the dinner happens again, whether it was you or not, I'll be the first to take you down." His voice was cold and menacing, like a demon from hell.

Summer shivered, genuinely frightened of Mark, but for her own sake, she couldn't give up, "Don't you want her to be yours? If you tie her down, she'll belong only to you..."

Mark suddenly clenched his fists, cutting her off sharply, "One more word, and I can make you disappear just as easily as I made you Bella's daughter."

"...I spoke out of turn!"

Summer took a deep breath. She hadn't really expected Mark to agree now. But planting a seed was all it took; there could still be a day it would sprout.

After all, Mark was never one to be trifled with!

Summer got back on track, "Are you sure you can handle it in a few days?"

"If you don't trust me, find your own way!"

Mark, running out of patience, hung up the phone.

He tossed the phone onto his desk and walked over to the

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Summer's words had unsettled him.

If he went through with it, Jane would only belong to him.

But from then on, she would never trust him again. She might even despise him.

He couldn't rush this.

Suppressing his emotions, he turned

back to his desk, opened a

and accurately pulled out a

from a diary. Content be

to

In the photo, a little girl with a bun smiled brightly and radiantly.

The edges were yellowed but had been laminated for preservation, showing how much it was treasured.

Mark gently caressed her cheek in the photo, murmuring, "You'd want me to fake my time, right? I'm not afraid of anything except the day you might come to hate me."

"Knock, knock-"

His assistant entered.

Mark, a beat too slow, slipped the photo back into its place and looked up, "Haven't left yet?"

"I was about to, but I got some news and thought I should report to you first."

"What is it?"

"Ms. Webster and Gregory are together now."

The diary fell to the floor with a thud.

It was rare for the assistant to see Mark lose his composure. After a moment, Mark collected himself. "Got it."

He no longer had the luxury of time.