Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 166

Five minutes slipped by.

Jessica had already put away her phone.

Timothy's phone, though, remained stubbornly silent.

No messages.

No texts.

Not even a call.

Irritated, he lit another cigarette.

Pale, bluish smoke curled around him, casting shifting shadows across his sharp, handsome features. Those deep-set eyes of his gave nothing away, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

By the time the cigarette burned down to the filter, Timothy's expression had grown darker. "Allen, drive back to the office," he said, voice low.

"Aren't we picking up Mrs. Lawson?" Allen asked tentatively.

A cold glare shut down any further questions.

Allen immediately clamped his mouth shut, started the car, and pulled away from the hotel parking lot in the sleek, black Maybach.

A moment later, another car arrived to pick up Jessica.

then, Timothy's phone finally

from his suit pocket before he ordered,

at the screen, the

in his eyes

He answered.

just got back from his trip abroad. He says it's been ages since we last met-how about

realized he hadn't had a real drink in

felt like he

"I'm in," he replied.

eight, Red House." Timothy hung up and signaled Allen to head

mind was preoccupied

getting into Riverside Media Institute and studying

Timothy had to go

one free to accompany him, his grandparents decided to immigrate as well, bringing

his grandparents couldn't bear to let

attending an excellent media

become a renowned figure in the animation industry

she couldn't help feeling a

now that she'd hit a creative wall and needed a breakthrough. When Timothy was traveling

Timothy planning to help her

Timothy was eager

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