Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 185

Timothy pulled his robe from the wardrobe, draping it over his arm. His expression remained calm, lips parting as if to speak, but when he looked at Jessica's almost unreadable face, he thought better of it and left the master bedroom without a word.

The guest room was right next door. He headed straight for the bathroom.

After showering, Timothy settled onto the bedroom balcony, lit a cigarette, and dialed Vince.

"Did you get that wound taken care of?"

Vince's first words cut straight to the point.

"Yeah."

"How'd you manage to hurt your neck? Bled a lot, didn't you?"

Vince probably had an idea, but asked anyway.

"Got bitten by a sweet little kitten with a mean streak," Timothy replied dryly.

"That sounds dangerous. Did you get a shot?"

Timothy took a deep drag, exhaling smoke. "Vince, I didn't call to chit-chat. Do you realize you messed up my plans? Again?"

"Didn't I make it up to you with that project?"

Timothy's lips curled into a cold half-smile. "You're good at keeping score, aren't you? One project doesn't cover two screw-ups."

Vince's laugh was soft, almost teasing. "If I offended without knowing, I hope President Lawson will enlighten me."

Timothy didn't bother.

He'd cut off every escape route for Jessica—no money, nowhere to go. It was only a matter of time. If she didn't come home today, or tomorrow, she'd eventually have to.

And yet…

Thirty million. Vince was certainly generous.

"What did you buy from her for thirty million?"

There was no way Timothy could tell Vince that his wife was being difficult, threatening divorce, and that he'd frozen her assets to bring her back home.

"Fine. Play coy if you want. I'll come to your grandfather's party in three days and see for myself what kind of paper cutouts are worth thirty million."

"Just don't forget your wife. My granddad couldn't care less about you, but he's dying to meet her. Says he's got a present he wants to give."

Jessica had just signed an agreement with him today—he wasn't allowed to force her to attend any events.

Timothy's face darkened. "Ask her yourself."

"Fine, fine, I'll reach out. Since you're on the line, I might as well tell you what I called about."

Yates had mentioned this to Timothy before.

"Go ahead."

"You know a fair bit about my little sister's situation, but there's one thing you might not know. She's got a pink birthmark right over her heart…"