Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 295

Timothy didn't so much as flinch.

Herbert's fist, thrown with all the force he could muster, connected hard with the side of Timothy's face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Timothy's mouth.

Unhurried, Timothy raised his thumb and wiped the blood away.

He didn't fight back. Herbert, seeing that, suddenly found the urge to keep swinging just draining out of him.

Timothy pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly dabbed at the blood on his fingertips, oddly struck by a fleeting appreciation for the old man's scheming. At least now he knew one thing: Jessica genuinely cared about The Wheeler Group.

He stood up, taking his time. Herbert was tall-six-foot-one, maybe a touch more. At that height, anyone could be intimidating.

But Timothy, at six-foot-two and carrying the unmistakable air of someone born with every advantage, still managed to overshadow Herbert.

going?" His voice was low, steady. "Fine by me. But I don't take hits for

boiling over at Timothy's relentless talk

signs, she spat out: "And what about me? If I hit you,

mouth. Every muscle in his body seemed on the verge of

rushed over to grab Timothy's arm. "Timothy, I talked Jessy into letting you come tonight. Look at you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's

Vince off and seized Jessica's

dragged Jessica toward the

had no choice but

she couldn't let her own decisions drag

other hand. "You're

never see her free again, that she'd be trapped in

Timothy lost the last of his composure. He stepped forward and clamped down on Herbert's wrist. "Touch her again, and I swear you'll never hold a

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