Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You weren't wrong-you did the right thing. In fact, you could've stabbed a bit harder back then, maybe even gone for a second shot."

Timothy pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a slow drag.

Vince shot him a sideways look. "Did you bang your head in that car accident? Or is this just your natural state?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm perfectly lucid."

Vince snapped the partnership contract shut and tossed it onto the desk in front of Timothy. "Honestly, this all smells fishy. If you don't spell it out for me, I'd rather

just hand over the whole site to you for free than sign this thing."

Timothy exhaled a lazy ring of smoke, studying Vince through the haze.

Sharp as ever.

If he ever figured out that Jessica was actually Salome, things would get messy fast.

"You really don't trust me, do you?"

in and out

before I trust you. No

flicked the ash off his cigarette with slender fingers. "You're overthinking it. If you're worried, you can take full charge of the project. I'll provide the

makes it an even bigger trap. Only a fool

had planned from the start to just give Timothy the power station he'd built,

from this deal meant losing a hefty profit, Vince didn't feel

and the kind

the game-something about this whole thing

picked up the contract with one hand and looked at Vince, serious for

"Positive."

set the contract back

the desk and leaned in, eyes narrowing. "So, what did you do? Feeling guilty about something? Is that why you're trying to throw all this money

sŵnovel

maybe I should be suspicious of you. Why

giving me the whole

to the punch back then, built the station before