When Love Breaks by jack

My head buzzed, and then I chuckled, "You've got your eye on my eyes, huh?"

A stand-in.

Whoever's interested can do it. It's just not my thing.

"Nah, it's not that."

He was still leaning against the door frame, casually saying, "Just a fake girlfriend. I can help you deal with Bryant."

I understood immediately and looked at him, "And what's in it for me?"Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"No such thing as a free lunch" was his motto.

Sure enough, he looked at me appreciatively, "Smart. Come home with me for Christmas, help me deal with my folks."

I kept my silence.

"You won't be at a loss."

Gregory smirked, confidently saying, "You alone can't handle him."

"He", of course, was referring to Bryant.

"I'll think about it," I said nonchalantly, then closed the door behind me.

The bankruptcy of the Ferguson Group had turned RiverCity's social scene into a complete mess. Everyone was looking to grab whatever benefits they could.

That day, after a meeting when I returned to my office, Christine suddenly asked, "Hey, did anyone come looking to buy your shares?"

"What shares?" I asked, puzzled.

"When you guys divorced, didn't Bryant force ten percent on you?" she asked curiously, then added, "Although the buyout price is low now, it's better than holding onto them."

"No one came," I shook my head.

I had intended to find an opportunity to return the shares to him, but never found the right moment.

After last night's ugly scene, I'd forgotten all about it.

But what was strange was, RF hadn't inquired about my shares at all.

Entering the office, I asked, "Did Bryant sell his own shares?"

"Long ago."

Christine pursed her lips, "He got rid of them the fastest. Otherwise, as long as he was involved, the shareholders would have held onto their shares. After all, the Ferguson Group is what it is today largely because of him; a lot of people blindly trusted him."

That was the truth. I hadn't really believed that Bryant would just give up on the Ferguson Group.

But the recent financial news was almost dominated by the Ferguson Group, getting closer to bankruptcy by the day.

Until today, when RF Group's CEO, York Carlson, officially stepped into the Ferguson Group, starting a major shakeup at the top.

Christine nudged my arm, "How about I talk to York for you? You might as well sell your shares."

I pursed my lips. "Okay."

After all, Bryant had sold his too.

After Christine agreed, she suddenly realized, "You're not planning to sell them and then give the money to Bryant, are you?"

"I am."

Walking away from this marriage, Bryant didn't do me wrong; he actually left my pockets full.

Those shares were originally the Ferguson family's, it wouldn't be right to get greedy.

I had accepted them at the time just so as not to delay the divorce proceedings.

I picked up my phone and was about to say something when Christine spoke up first:

"Holy smokes, the Myers family called off the engagement? They clung to him like glue before, and now and now that the Ferguson Group is bankrupt, they cut ties so fast...."

"I saw that too."

I smiled wryly, tossed my phone onto the desk, feeling rather indifferent.

Dorothy had always been about forming alliances through marriage.

After watching for so many days, it was natural for her to cut her losses and avoid danger.

And Bryant, coming to me that night, seemed to have anticipated this.

The more things unfolded, the more I felt he had other plans as if OM everything was under his control.

After Christine finished her sigh, she called York.

"Hey, Mr. Carlson, got a moment?"

York must have given a positive response, as Christine put him on speaker for me to hear her voicen filled with cheer, "So, RF has been busy buying up shares of the Ferguson Group lately, right? My friend... you know, Jane, she's got ten percent of the shares."