Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 272
Struggling for air, my consciousness began to blur.
The discomfort was so unbearable that I wished for death
Thad vowed to never entangle with Bryant again, yet in this dire situation, he was the only person my mind could grasp.
“Bryant. Please, come quickly. Save me. I silently pleaded in my heart
Just as i was about to lose consciousness completely, a bucket of cold water was suddenly splashed over me.
The basement, almady chilled by the diught, became even colder, snapping me back to some semblance of awareness while
making me shiver uncontrollably
The icy water trailed down my cheeks, neck, and under my collar, biting into my bones
As I lifted my eyes, I saw Dorothy tied up to a pillar nearby
Her face bore the imprint of two slaps, and her clothes were filthy and tattered, presenting a picture of utter disarray
Vet, she stood on a chair, calm and composed.
I let out a weak, cold laugh, “Looks like you’re quite the actress.”
“Does it matter?” Dorothy retorted with confidence. “All that matters is who hell choose!
At that moment, the sound of a car engine approached.
Dorothy kicked away the chair beneath her, casting me a superior look, “Jane, don’t blame me. Blame your lowly status that
makes you so easy to manipulate.
Soon, a familiar figure descended into the basement, his posture dignified, still dressed in the bespoke suit from the moming.
His gaze instantly found mine, his pupils narrowing, before someone stopped him a few feet away.
Jamrod, lighting a cigar with a smile, greeted, “Mr. Ferguson, it’s not easy getting a moment with you.”
Bryants expression darkened, his gaze sharp and foreboding, “Let them go.”

“I was hoping to do some business with Mrs. Ferguson today, Jarrod settled into a chair. “But then, my men tell me Ms. Myers
here has some unclear ties with you. Couldn’t decide who to take, so I brought both.”
“What do you want?” Bryant asked impatiently.
Jarrod burst into laughter, “I don’t want anything now Just curious to see, Mr. Ferguson... who you’d choose to save.”
Bryant’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp. “What are you implying?”
A handgun was placed in front of him. With a twisted smile, Jarrod explained. This gun has just one bullet left. Mr. Ferguson, pick
someone to use it on, the rest is up to you.”
The implication was clear. the gun was meant for either me or Dorothy
Bryant’s jaw clenched, too far for me to clearly discem his expression.
My breathing slowed involuntarily
With a chilling tone, Bryant asked, “Are you sure?”
“Mr. Ferguson,
1, can you really care for two women at once? What’s wrong with g
no regard for human life.
Bryant held the gun, hesitating to act
getting rid of someone insignificant?” Jarrod clearly had
Suddenly, Jarrod grabbed another gun from his man, pointed it first at me, then at Dorothy, swinging it back and forth.
My heart raced to my throat!
No one is immune to the fear of death.
I’m no different
Dorothy looked at Bryant in desperation, “Bryant... save me!”

“Still undecided?”
Jarrod cocked the gun, “111 count down from three. If you haven’t decided by then, I decide for you!”