Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

But looking at Kane, I felt a chill run down my spine. Despite his smile, his gaze was venomous, instilling fear.

He lit a cigar. "Ms. Webster, are you afraid of me?"

"I came because you asked me to."

I didn't want to engage in unnecessary talk and got straight to the point, "How can we make sure Ramona is released?"

"Well, that's a good question." Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How about... we exchange her for you?"

Click-

As soon as he finished speaking, I heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. Mark aimed his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then you'll have to ask my gun if it agrees! "Do you think you can leave this place alive if you shoot me?"

Kane wasn't fazed, but then he changed his tone, flicked the ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be on edge. I'm not here to rob or kill today, just need to know one thing."

I pressed down Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking, "What is it?"

"The will of Ramona."

"So, what's your relation with Dorothy and Pearl?"

If it was someone else, they wouldn't need to inquire about the will to get their hands on the Myers family's fortune.

But Kane, mentioning the will right off the bat, if it wasn't for those two, then what?

Kane sneered, snuffing out his cigar, and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards me, his warning cold and menacing, "Ms. Webster, don't ask questions you shouldn't.

Just answer mine, and we're good."

I instinctively stepped back, "I don't know the contents of Ramona's will. I only heard about it from Pearl."

"You're her granddaughter, and she never told you?" he squinted, suspicious.

I retorted coldly, "If you know so much, then you should also be aware that Ramona's health only recently improved. Before that, she often mistook people for others, let alone remember such matters."

"Is that so?" Suddenly, he grabbed my throat fiercely. "You're not playing tricks on me, are you?"

Before I could respond, Mark swung his fist at him, gritting his teeth. "I told you not to touch her!"

"Ugh..." Kane staggered from the blow, releasing me as pain flashed across his face. Just when I thought he would retaliate, he suddenly laughed!

"Mr. Larson, such a temper?"

"You know each other?" I asked.