Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Who knows? I can never read your mind, but either way, I'm not buying your story."

Timothy had set the stage perfectly, waiting for Vince to walk right into his trap. But Vince wouldn't play along, and now Timothy was left scrambling for another solution.

They were still deep in conversation when Yates arrived.

Timothy's expression darkened. Back when Jessica had just been Jessica, things hadn't been so complicated.

But the moment Jessica became Salome, everything turned tangled.

And now, as if things weren't messy enough, here came another fiancé.

Vince's father and Yates's father were old army buddies-their families had been close for generations, with bonds that ran deep.

Timothy rubbed his brow, feeling as if a fine drizzle had settled over his heart, making everything inside him feel damp and unsettled.

"Timothy, I found the film you were looking for. Here's the dossier."

Yates dropped into the seat beside Vince, holding two files. He handed one to Timothy. "It's the work of a well-known director back home. They're not short on investors, so I had to swallow my pride to get this for you. Take a look-if you're interested, send your people to make contact."

"Alright."

curiosity piqued. "What kind of script has

Smith had his eye on Jessica and passed over Sheila. Timothy's

face. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he muttered, "Some people, huh? It's bad enough to hog the seat and refuse to move, but trying to ride two boats at once? No

laughing. "Are you taking

Timothy

least bit offended, though Yates was still a little miffed. "Timothy, why are

Brother-in-law, that's why.

future brother-in-law

would get a lot more

It's not like

take it so seriously. With Timothy's status, he could steer not just two, but ten boats at once. As long as he's got the skills, none of them would ever

you defending me, or are you siding with

onto Vince's shoulder, chuckling. "Of course I'm siding with him. We're practically family-he's about

and Yates had been promised to each other since childhood. He wasn't

fingers curled

strong, but now

around, no matter