Lost Me Gained Regret

On the rooftop of a high-end downtown hotel, a helicopter touched down gracefully. A team of men in slick black suits disembarked in a disciplined manner, followed by Josiah. The last to emerge was a man with sun-kissed curls and piercing blue eyes, his skin pallid as though untouched by sunlight, yet his lips were a stark, captivating red, adding an almost bewitching allure to his appearance. Dressed in an impeccable white suit, he exuded an air of elegance that was hard to ignore.

"Boss Samuel, I must remind you again, Gregory is no easy target," one of the men cautioned.

Samuel's response was a smile, his charm almost devilish, "I'm only getting more intrigued by him."

Gregory, who'd come from Dailey, was sprawled on the couch with his legs crossed, a sly grin on his lips as he texted someone.

"I did some digging before we got here. The local mob doesn't exactly have a reputation for loyalty. Don't get too comfortable," Dailey warned. Gregory, unfazed, didn't even bother to look up. "You'll handle it. I need to head back early."

"To celebrate Thanksgiving with Jane."

Dailey let out a sigh, his advice seemingly falling on deaf ears again.

"Gregory."

Lucius approached, "They've arrived."

Josiah and Samuel were right behind him.

At that moment, Gregory put away his phone, his demeanor shifting instantly from warm to ice-cold.

If the situation hadn't been so tense, Dailey might have applauded Gregory's swift change from genial to glacial.

Gregory's gaze shifted to Josiah, his tone nonchalant, "I might have underestimated you."

Josiah, no longer the timid figure he was in Gregory's presence, issued a veiled threat, "Mr. Ford, it's always wise to leave some room for maneuver. Otherwise, it's a path of mutual destruction."

Gregory's reply was a cold scoff, "I should have fed you to the sharks instead of sparing you, so you wouldn't be here threatening me now." Josiah countered, "Had you not pushed me, we wouldn't be here. Your ruthless methods have made you many enemies, inviting retaliation." Gregory remained unfazed, "The person is yours, but the Myers family's fortune needs to be handed over."

"I see you've grown close to the Norman family; you surely don't need that money now."Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Despite their decline, the Myers were still a notable family in Vista Town, their wealth, though not as vast as some, was considerable.

Josiah's alliance with Samuel had been a matter of convenience, a timely hospital admission saving his father. But that debt had been repaid, especially after their failed attempt on Gregory, which had led to negotiations involving Pearl and Dorothy.

"The Myers fortune is the lifeline for my family abroad. How could I possibly give it up?"

Josiah masked his thoughts, mocking Gregory, "Mr. Ford, do you still not see the situation? You're in no position to negotiate." Gregory's eyes gleamed with derision, "Is that so?"

His calm infuriated Josiah. Even in the face of danger, Gregory exuded an unflappable confidence that Josiah could only pretend to match. "Where are my wife and kids?"

Josiah didn't want to prolong the conversation, confident in Samuel's support, "This isn't Vista Town. The mob doesn't deal in favors."

But Gregory was an anomaly, his demeanor relaxed as he casually inquired, "Your wife and kids?"

Previously, Josiah had no choice but to feign indifference to protect Pearl and Dorothy, hoping they'd understand his intentions. Now, he was here to save them.

"Gregory, look around. Your arrogance will lead you nowhere here but to a dead end!"

Gregory, unbothered, simply cleaned his ear, "Let's see if you can make good on that threat."

The sudden clap of hands broke the tension.

Gregory didn't even glance in the direction of the sound.

Samuel, with his gaze fixed on Gregory, seemed almost fascinated, making Gregory visibly uncomfortable.

Lucius, always keen on Gregory's

moods, quickly steered the conversation back, "Our terms are simple. The Myers' fortune for Pearl and her daughter. Take it or leave it."

Josiah couldn't fathom Gregory's confidence.

"Look at the situation. I'll say it again; you have no room to negotiate. Hand over my family."

"Quiet," Samuel interjected, silencing Josiah like a rooster caught mid-crow.

Samuel then turned to Gregory, his tone playful yet foreign, mispronouncing Gregory's name with an odd charm.

Gregory felt a wave of revulsion. His name, when uttered by Samuel, seemed tainted.

Dailey, initially worried for Gregory,

now found himself engrossed in the unfolding drama, amused by the

peculiar turn of events. Gregory

alwaysa ma for trouble,

seemed to have attracted am

unusual admirer in Samuel.

Gregory's glare towards Dailey, filled with icy daggers, seemed to wish him a thousand painful ends.