novelxo Chapter CHAPTER 173
Chapter 173
“Give me that piece of land in West End, Mr. Ferguson,” the bald guy said indifferently, “Messing with Mrs. Ferguson was his first mistake. As for the rest, I’ve taken care of it for you, Mr. Ferguson. You’ll be pleased with the outcome.”
With a slight smirk, Bryant replied in a cold, harsh tone, “Deal.“>
“Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson…” Lloyd begged.
Lloyd then realized the reinforcements weren’t there for him but were using the situation to curry favor with Bryant.
Panicked, he dashed out, clinging to Bryant’s legs, begging, “Mr. Ferguson, please, have mercy on me!”
“Kevin.” Bryant’s voice was icy.
With a swift kick, Kevin sent Lloyd sprawling, “Before laying a finger on Mrs. Ferguson, you should’ve weighed your odds. Too late for pleas now!”
Yet, undeterred, Lloyd crawled back, grabbing at my feet. “Mrs. Ferguson, Mrs. Ferguson, I was blind to your grace! Please spare me!“}} My hand pressed firmly over Bryant’s wound, the anger bubbling up inside at the thought of who had shot him. “Get lost!“}
In the next second, Kevin kicked Lloyd aside and ushered us into the car. Kevin took the wheel while Bryant’s men filled the other vehicles, a convoy of cars speeding down the highway.
Bryant glanced at me. “Not scared?”
“Terrified!” I was petrified, especially unable to let go of his wound. “Kevin, speed up! Call the hospital and get them ready!”
Bryant chuckled lightly. “It’s a minor injury. Why the panic?”
“You’re losing blood fast! How is this a minor injury? Do you need to be on death’s door to consider it serious?“}
While feeling the blood oozing continuously, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
He wiped my tears away and gently cleaned the dirt off my face with a tissue. “Thought you were set on the divorce. Why the fuss now?” I said furiously, “You’re a psycho!”
Divorce aside, I never wished harm upon him, especially not the harm from saving me.§
He looked at me, his tone infuriating, “Yes, I am the crazy guy who took a bullet for you, the crazy guy who dropped everything to save you when he heard you were in danger.”
Feeling drained, Bryant found a more comfortable position to lean into, his voice tinged with lethargy and weariness, “Gary called Kevin.” When hearing that, something clicked, and I hesitated before asking, “Where’s your phone?”
Bryant said, “Left it in the rush.”
I pressed, “At Margaret’s hospital room?“>
Bryant was surprised. “How did you know?”
I forced a smile. “The kidnappers made me call you. And Margaret answered.“@
Bryant frowned. “She didn’t spout nonsense, did she?”
I repeated Margaret’s words. “She said you were out buying her tampons.”
“Cough…” Even Kevin couldn’t help but cough lightly at that, Bryant’s face darkening.
He eyed me, asking, “You believed that?”
“Well, she’s your darling, isn’t she? Helping her out with those small tasks wouldn’t be a huge deal.” I tried to keep my voice steady. But deep down, there was a slight discomfort. I admit I wasn’t big–hearted enough to let go.
Bryant sighed, “Stupid girl.”
I wanted to retort, but considering his injury, I held back.
Kevin inquired, “Mr. Ferguson, about that West End land, are we handing it over?“}
Despite The Ferguson Group branching out into various sectors over the years, real estate remained a cornerstone. West End was the focus of RiverCity’s development efforts these past years.
Bryant narrowed his eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. “Let them have it. But they’ll have to swallow what comes with it Just wait. They’ll be begging us soon enough.”