Regret Came Too Late

Jodie winced as Yancey squeezed her wrist, her eyes reddening as she tried to hold back her tears.

She then forced a tight smile and went over the timeline again.

Yancey finally let go of her wrist, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "It's fine. You can go now."

Jodie glanced down at her pale wrist, where a bruise was forming. The pain made her eyes water.

"Yancey, what's wrong with you tonight? You're acting all weird and cryptic. I'm not playing with you anymore."

With that, she stormed off downstairs.

As soon as Yancey entered his room, he immediately called one of the business partners who had been at the dinner with Ethan.

The person had just finished the event and was back home, groggy and barely awake when he picked up.

"Is this Mr. Yancey?"

"Yeah, it's me. I need to ask you something. Did Grace have dinner with you tonight? Was my uncle there too? Do you remember when it ended?"

The business partner thought for a moment. "Around seven, I think. It was pretty much done by then. But Grace was acting kind of strange.

"I remember she didn't really like your uncle before. So, I was surprised to see her in the same private room with him this time."

He yawned loudly. "But hey, that's your family's business, not mine."

Yancey hung up the phone, his grip on it tightening.

The dinner had ended at 7:00 pm, and yet Grace didn't leave the hotel until after nine at night.

had she been doing

his business dinner by seven, so he should've gone straight to

anything, and

Yancey wasn't sharp, he couldn't ignore the growing suspicion about Ethan and

stayed at Palm Bay and left with a mark on her neck, which

putting all the pieces together, the truth

were definitely involved with each

cold shiver ran through Yancey, and his chest tightened like a wild animal roared in agony

to do something to quell the rising storm

he hurried downstairs and grabbed his car keys. He was going straight to where Grace

Grace was sleeping soundly when suddenly, the doorbell in the living room

pulling her

the hell was that? Were they out

she even put on her headphones,

as though he wouldn't give up

the doorbell soon escalated to

of

the hallway creaked open. Selene stood there, wearing a silk pajama set, Her hair was tousled, and she looked like she had just woken

this hour? If you're not sleeping, I sure could

bloodshot eyes widened in surprise when he saw her. "Selene?" Selene

me. You're too noisy. Grace's probably asleep by now. Whatever you need, talk about it tomorrow. I won't be able to sleep either if you keep

adopted daughter of the Jensen family, and she had shown extraordinary business acumen from a young age,

the rest

highly wary

liked the idea

away their