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.

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

feel her anger boiling over at Timothy's relentless

strode over, shoved Herbert aside, and slapped Timothy across the 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 money the only thing you know how

Every muscle in his body

you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's gone. Go cool off, and make it

Timothy shook Vince off and seized Jessica's hand, spitting

dragged Jessica toward the

but to

let her own decisions

gripping her other hand. "You're not going

that if she went back, he'd never see her free again, that

and clamped down on Herbert's wrist. "Touch her again, and I swear you'll never

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