Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 329
I had thought York would jump at the offer. But what I got instead was a dead silence on the other end of the line.
After a moment, he cleared his throat es if under some immense pressure and said, “Ms. Webster you’re thinking of selling your
shares? Wouldn’t you consider holding onto them?”
“I’m selling”
Christine chuckled lightly. “Why keep something from an ex? Better to turn it into cash.”
“Cough, cough, cough...”
York choked, launching into a fit of coughing followed by a distinct crash. Either something had slipped from his grip or someone
was throwing a tantrum.
Gritting his teeth, York managed to say, “It’s like this, we’re currently halting our share acquisitions. My advice? Hold onto those
shares. In less than three months, their market value will double, even surpass the peak times of the Ferguson Group!”
Christine was skeptical, “Double in such a short time?”
“Absolutely, maybe even more.”
York sounded very sure. “Really, persuade Ms. Webster not to sell to anyone.”
“Alright, got it.”
A glint of excitement flashed in Christine’s eyes as she ended the call with a flurry of polite thank–yous.
She turned to me, puzzled. “Do you think he was bluffing?”
I shook my head, replying, “Doesn’t seem like it.”
Taking over this mess, RF had a solid chance, not a sure thing, but their odds were good. After all, the Ferguson Group wasn’t
lacking in anything but cash. With enough funds, they could turn everything around.
But why was York being so generous? Not only refraining from buying my shares but also going out of his way to advise me? It
was strange. This was like handing me money on a platter. For a businessman, that’s overly generous.

After wrapping up the spring collection with Jeff, as well as Adah and Ramona’s custom orders, I was finally ready for some
downtime after spinning non–stop for half a month.
That day, I slept in until I woke up naturally. I hadn’t even had breakfast when Christine called.
“Jane, no rest for you today.”
“What’s happened?” I poured myself a glass of warm water as I asked.
Christine replied, “RF just informed me their big boss has some free time now and wants to inspect the companies RF has
invested in domestically.”
“We’re the first stop.”
“An inspection?” I paused, “Now?”
As the year was wrapping up and things were slowing down, doing an inspection wasn’t out of the question, but it felt like a
pointless hassle.
Christine sounded helpless. “Tell me about it... You better come in.”
I glanced at the clock, “What time will they arrive?”
“They were already leaving RF when they called me.”
“...I’ll be right there.”
This sudden ambush caught me completely off guard. Skipping breakfast, I rushed to get ready and dashed out the door. When I
arrived at Janedream around eleven, the company was buzzing with an air of emergency, likely due to Christine’s heads–up.
I had just dropped my bag off when Christine knocked on my door, “Jane, they’re in the elevator!”
“Okay”
I was fairly relaxed until then, but suddenly, I felt anxious. An uneasy premonition crept up on me.
As Christine and I reached the elevator, the leading man caught my eye. Dressed in a black tailored suit, he handed his overcoat
to an assistant, moving with the natural authority and chilly elegance of a born leader.

When his deep eyes met mine, it felt as if he was peering straight into my so