Chapter 332
Bryant’s body stiffened sharply, the light in his eyes dimming by the second. He knew better than anyone the tragedy that had befallen our child. What stood between us wasn’t just Margaret or anyone else, but the life of a child that had been lost. If he and I reconciled, what would that make of our child’s death? Ads by PubFuture
Knock, knock!
Outside, York knocked on the glass door. Bryant’s voice was cold, “Come in.”
York entered, his expression anxious. “Mr. Ferguson, there’s suspicion from the Myers Group. Dorothy and her people stormed into Ferguson Group, and they might head here next.”
“No rush.” Bryant always had a strategic mind in business, his tone now laced with danger, “Tell Ryan to speed things up. Swallow up the project in three days. By then, it’ll be too late for the Myers family to react.”
Clearly, the merger between RF and Ferguson Groups had made him a formidable opponent against the Myers family, perhaps even stronger.
“Understood.”
Leave me for a minute.”
After accepting the orders, York quickly exited. As the door closed behind him, Bryant turned to me, his voice a mix of compromise and authority: “You might as well think I’m selfish. But remember, you’re to be Mrs. Ferguson.”
With that, he didn’t wait for my response and strode out the door, confident as ever!
I felt like all my words had been wasted on him, worse than brick wall. It was impossible to change what he had already decided. Seeing me fuming, Christine barged in, “What’s the deal with Bryant and RF?”
I bluntly said, “He’s the ultimate boss.” Christine might not look it, but she was tight–lipped, never spilling secrets even when drunk. Christine was dumbfounded by my reply.
I sighed, “Surprised? Shocked?”
She stomped her foot in frustration, slamming the door behind her, whispering fiercely, “So we left Ferguson Group, toiled day and night to start our own venture, only to end up working for him again??”
Her reaction somewhat eased my irritation, and I nodded, “You’ve summed it up perfectly.”
*…Damn, he’s cunning.” Christine hadn’t expected Bryant to pull such a move. It took her a while to come to terms with it, “So what do we do? Keep working for him?”
“Not really.” I calmed myself, “We hold nearly half the shares between us, and they don’t interfere with company decisions. It’s better than working for someone else. As for the shares… I’ll look for an opportunity to discuss it with him later.”
According to York, the 10% of Ferguson Group shares I held could double. I would have the leverage to negotiate with Bryant.
Later that evening, I ran into Gregory in the underground parking lot.
Out of nowhere, that old idea I’d tossed aside popped back into my head, and I found myself giving Gregory a knowing look. “What’s with that look?” Gregory eyed me warily. “Spit it out, don’t look at me like a dog eyeing a hamburger.” He was a decent guy, handsome too. Just a shame he wasn’t mute. Focusing on the main issue, I managed my first sycophantic smile in a lifetime, “Was what you said the other day for real?”
He sauntered towards the elevator, glancing at me sideways, “Which part?”
“Helping me deal with Bryant.” Aside from Gregory’s suggestion, I couldn’t think of any other way. In a world where power prevails, defiance without support usually ends in tragedy. Our circle was no stranger to such misfortunes. But if I could align myself with the Ford family, then perhaps… Respect goes a long way.
Gregory stepped into the elevator, his voice nonchalant, “I think about it
What goes around comes around. His words echoed mine, and without a second thought, I urged, “Don’t think too long.