Chapter 275

Chapter 275

The arrogance had left the room along with Jarrod’s confidence.

Gregory cracked a slight smile, his voice light, “I don’t care about your Myers family connections. If you touch her again, I won’t hesitate. to send you to join your brother six feet under.”

Jarrod dropped to his knees with a thud, “I was wrong. You have my word, I owe everything I have to you. From now on, if you say jump, I’ll ask how high, and I’ll respect Ms. Webster as I do you.”

I was puzzled at first, wondering why Jarrod would dare to negotiate with Bryant yet

erned terrified of Gregory. It then became clear to

The Ferguson Group was all about legitimate business, steering clear of the murky waters.

But the Ford family, they had a foot in both worlds, feared and respected in equal measure. “You better keep your word,” Gregory spat, his patience wearing thin. “Now take your crew and get lost.”

“Right away!”

Jarrod scrambled to his feet, motioning for his men to leave. Before exiting, he turned to me, hands clasped in a plea, ‘Ms. Webster, I truly intended to let you go. Please, if you could just…”

“Take a look.” I lifted my hands for him to see the raw wounds, “Jarrod, I might let this slide, but I expect Dorothy to share the same fate. I was done turning the other cheek. If no one was willing to spare me, why should I seek peace?

“Ms. Webster…” Jarrod was on the verge of tears.

Caught between the Ford and the Myers families, he couldn’t afford to offend either.

I smiled gently, “No matter the Myers family’s influence, this is RiverCity, your turf. Making her suffer without drawing attention shouldn’t be hard, right?”

“Ms. Webster, please don’t make this difficult…”

Before he could finish, Gregory descended the stairs, flicking his lighter, “You sure have a lot to say to someone who kidnapped you.”

1 pursed my lips, pretending to leverage my situation, “I was asking Jarrod for a favor, but he r

“I’ll do it!” Jarrod couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer, his voice loud with desperation, “Ms. We, I agree!”

Better to agree now and figure out a solution later than to openly defy Gregory.

“Thank you,” I smiled in relief.

He quickly led his men out, leaving the basement eerily quiet except for the whistling wind.

Gregory looked down at my disheveled state, his brow furrowing slightly, “You’re the first wealthy man’s wife I’ve seen in such a mess. “Thanks to your beloved ‘sister“,”

Knowing his ties with the Myers family, I couldn’t help my sarcasm.

He didn’t deny it, merely raising an eyebrow, “Can you stand?”

I had tried to get up a few times, but the injury on my ankle was as bad as my hands, if not worse. Any attempt would only lead to more pain, “I need your help.”

“Alright.”

With a lazy nod, he pocketed his lighter and bent down. As I reached out my hand, he effortlessly scooped me up, his grip secure under my back and knees. “Mrs. Ferguson, sometimes, showing a little vulnerability might work in your favor.”