Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Their table occupied the best spot in the entire hall-a vantage point with a perfect view of everything.

It wasn't just Timothy who noticed Jessica; the moment Sheila glanced up, she saw her too.

Almost immediately, Sheila's gaze shifted to Timothy.

Timothy was staring intently at the entrance, his eyes locked on Jessica.

"Timothy, is Jessica here for you? I tried to wave her over, but she didn't seem to notice us."

"Sheila," Timothy's deep, cold eyes flickered as he finally looked away. Cigarette smoke curled between his fingers, and the way he sat―elegant, composed-only made him more dangerously attractive in the low light. "Leave her be."

Sheila stared at him in disbelief.

Kane glanced at Sheila, then at Timothy, picking up on the tension.

Yates was watching them too, curiosity piqued.

Kane couldn't hold back any longer; with his trademark roguish grin, he drawled, "So, who's this Jessica you're all talking about? Where is she?"

even more surprised. "You

Never heard of her. Yates,

he could tell Jessica had something to do with Timothy. Yet in all these years, he'd never heard of a woman

just shrugged; he hadn't the faintest idea,

his friends. At first, Kane and Yates were curious-they'd asked about

Timothy's marriage was just a rebellious stunt after not being able to marry Sheila-a way to spite his

publicly revealed Timothy and Jessica's marriage certificate, causing a media

the way back from that chaos, Timothy had already ordered Secretary Allen

truth; others remained in the

now, it was clear they

shocked. "Timothy, Kane and Yates have been your closest friends since childhood. You never told them

Yates both looked

Point her out-I want to see what kind

craned his neck, scanning

to introduce her hadn't bothered them. But now that she was suddenly