Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)

"Yeah."

Lucius stood just outside the boardroom, glancing towards the doorway with a troubled expression, "They're in the middle of a shareholders' meeting. The whole debacle with the M398 chip has blown out of proportion. Gregory initially wanted to halt production immediately, but several major shareholders disagreed. There's probably someone pulling strings from behind at PL Group too, refusing to negotiate and pushing for a lawsuit instead. This led to our stocks plummeting eight points as soon as the market opened today. Mr. Ford and his faction are using this as an opportunity to try and oust Gregory from Ford Enterprises again."

The situation was a classic case of being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Damn, talk about a stab in the back."

Clarence cursed, a sentiment anyone could understand. With such a headache-inducing situation, it was no wonder he missed a call from Jane.

But Clarence hadn't forgotten what was important, "Anyway, you need to barge into that meeting right now and tell him his wife's in trouble. It's an emergency."

"Jane's in trouble?!" Lucius knew all too well how much Gregory valued his wife. His expression tightened, "I'm on it. Gotta hang up now!"

Pushing open the boardroom door, the immediate shift of everyone's gaze towards him made his legs go weak for a moment.

Not because he was afraid of interrupting the meeting.

But because if anything happened to Gregory's wife, he didn't even want to think about where Gregory might send him as punishment.

Gregory sensed something was off, his aura turning frosty as he fixed his eyes on Lucius. "What happened?"

"Boss..." Lucius leaned in, whispering in his ear, "It's about your wife... something's happened..."

Before he could even finish, Gregory was already on his feet, striding towards the door!

Lucius, startled, quickly followed him.

"What's the meaning of this, Mr. Gregory? The shareholder's meeting isn't over yet! With the company facing such a crisis, don't you think you owe us an explanation?"

"Ha! Since when did he ever consider us?"

"Gregory! Just try walking out now!"

Hanson, seizing the moment, stood up in a fury, slamming his hand on the table. "Do you even care about us anymore?! Do you think you own Ford Enterprises?! Is it that Jane who's in trouble? Always so ca caught up your personal life, you're unfit to Tead this company! If you don't care about Ford Enterprises, then get lost!"

Hearing this, Gregory's expression turned venomous, his gaze as lethal as poison. After whispering something to Lucius, who hurried out immediately, Gregory turned- back to face his father. His eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth as

he looked at his own father like an enemy, scoffing, "Hanson, if I find out you had anything to do with her trouble, you better pick out a coffin for yourself."

"Otherwise, this unfilial son might just leave your body unburied."

With that, he turned, his tall figure moving swiftly down the stairs, leaving the boardroom in a stunned silence.

What had Gregory just said?

Was he really threatening his own father over a woman?

The room buzzed with whispers and murmurs as everyone tried to wrap their heads around Gregory's bold declaration.

There was a mix of fear and respect for his ruthless stance.

Some began to rethink their earlier comments, wary of crossing someone with seemingly no moral boundaries. The consensus was clear: it was time to tread carefully around Gregory, a man who wouldn't even spare his own father.

There was a mix of pity and schadenfreude in the glances cast towards Hanson, but some couldn't help but think he had it coming. The old scandal involving Gregory's paternity had caused the man much grief.

It was a case of the sins of the father visited upon the son, but in this instance, the son was not one to be trifed with.

"Ugh-"

Hanson, humiliated in front of his peers, felt a burning rage that brought a bitter taste to his throat, and with a gush, he spat out blood right there and then!

...Could he have been angered to death?