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.

"Fine by me. But I don't take hits for nothing. Every punch

anger boiling over at

face. Then, with quick, practiced hand signs, she spat out: "And what about me? If I hit you, how many millions do I owe? Is

roof of his mouth. Every muscle in

tonight. Look at you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to

Jessica's hand, spitting

dragged Jessica toward the

but to go with

she couldn't let her own decisions

up, gripping her other hand. "You're not going back

his face-fear that if she went back, he'd never see her free

Herbert's desperate grip on Jessica, 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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