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.

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

anger boiling over

quick, practiced hand signs, she spat out: "And what about me? If I hit you, how many

pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Every muscle in his body seemed on the verge of

you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's gone.

seized Jessica's hand, spitting out

dragged Jessica toward

had no choice but

couldn't let her own

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

he'd never see her free again, that

Herbert's desperate grip on Jessica, Timothy lost the last of his composure. He stepped forward and clamped down on Herbert's wrist.

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