Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 195

Vince didn't stop there—he twisted the knife just a little deeper.

He typed out a message to Timothy:

"If you hang up on me, I'll just assume you're mad and not coming."

Timothy nearly crushed his phone in his grip.

Vince had been overseas for months, looking after his mother. Now he was back—was he really here to ask for help, or just to make Timothy's life miserable?

He never should have agreed to take on Vince's project. Should've known better. Vince's games always ran deep.

Timothy couldn't help but wonder: did Vince know that Jessica was his wife?

First, Vince wired thirty million up front. Then, at Red House, he deliberately stuck up for Jessica. And now, he was talking about finding "Vince's younger sister."

Yeah, right.

The Zimmermans had spent fifteen years searching for Vince's sister, but eventually gave up—or at least, that's what Yates said. Now, out of nowhere, Vince was bringing it up again.

Nothing but smoke and mirrors with this guy.

Vince was leagues ahead of Kane and Yates—always scheming, always smiling, always hiding his true intentions.

A wolf in sheep's clothing, through and through.

Meanwhile, Vince had quietly looked into Jessica's whereabouts and learned she'd just bought herself a small apartment.

So he went to the real estate agency himself and made sure all records of Jessica's purchase were wiped clean.

As for registering the apartment, Jessica had actually asked the agent herself to delay the paperwork.

A faint, knowing smile curved Vince's lips.

Afterward, he headed straight to Jessica's new place.

Jessica couldn't help but smile. So there were grandfathers out there who weren't all stern and overbearing, unlike Timothy's.

If Larkin admired her work that much, and Vince had spent so much just to buy her papercuts for his grandfather, it would be pretty heartless to turn them down.

She typed another line for Vince to read:

"Are you sure Timothy won't be there?"

"Absolutely."

Even if Timothy did show up, Vince already had a plan. So he answered her without hesitation.

Jessica's fingers flew across her phone screen once more.

"I'll go to your grandfather's birthday dinner, and I'll prepare a special gift for him. But you have to promise me one thing."