Regret Came Too Late

Ethan gave a curt response before he was pushed out of the conference room.

The atmosphere in the conference room was stifling. The pressure was finally gone when Ethan exited the room. Everyone could finally breathe again. They felt lucky to still be alive.

After returning to the office, Ethan remained calm. There were still many documents he had to review, but he could no longer get himself to go through them. Usually, he could easily understand the data that was shown in the documents. Today, it all just looked like a bunch of tadpoles swimming up and down.

He rubbed his brows before speaking to Tim, who was next to him. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up at 7:00 pm."

"Will do."

Ethan had always had a bad case of insomnia. He had been losing sleep for the past few days as well. Faint dark circles could be seen around his eyes.

He lay down on the bed in the break room. He was probably in a good mood because the moment he shut his eyes, he dozed off right away. He had frequent dreams about the past and the messy disputes, and today was the same.

His brows furrowed. Even in his dreams, he could not get a good sleep. Just then, that voice said something.

"He's dead, so why are you still alive?"

All he could feel was a sword being pierced through his chest. That suffocating feeling was creeping up on him again.

His eyes shot open, and he realized that only 20 minutes had passed. His face turned a little ashen as he called Tim over.

Tim came over immediately. The moment he saw Ethan, he knew that Ethan had just had a dream.

With practiced ease, Tim took a bottle of sleeping pills, shook out a few tablets into his hand, and placed them in Ethan's palm. "Mr. Henderson, take some of these before you go to sleep."

Ethan massaged the area between his eyebrows. With his voice all hoarse, he asked, "Have you not found any new sleeping pills yet?"

Sleeping pills were made up of pretty much the same substance. He had become resistant to the type of medicine he currently used. Ordinary sleeping pills no longer worked on him.

a stronger dosage had severe side effects, so Tim had

it'll cause slight damage to the brain, and it's

extremely valuable. He could never suffer such

all of a sudden. He

"Mr. Henderson..."

eyes. If he continued losing sleep this way, the damage done to his

foreign

Then, he closed his eyes to

around, and Tim

their way to the hotel, Tim still felt a little uneasy,

you sure that Mr. Henderson will

Grace: "Of course."

Eleanor's grave before. Even if he ended up not liking Andrea, he would definitely be shocked

sitting in the back seat. As always, Ethan looked indifferent. He did not

at the scene of the city that was passing him by. His lips curled up into a faint smirk.

felt motivated. Very quickly, they arrived at the

presidential suite. She had already gotten the VIP access from Tim. She then let Andrea wait

felt antsy. She was afraid it was going

of money. If it weren't for that, she would never have gone to

get her, she would have also sold her body to some other man. Besides, Grace had been incredibly generous in her

a deep breath, and motivation flashed across her eyes. If the man looked

in the living room. She even had the bright lights switched off, leaving only the

sprayed more perfume in the room. This citrusy fragrance was something that the late Eleanor liked a

heard coming

the door was not closed shut,

only a vague silhouette could be seen.

straightened his arms ever so slightly on the armrest, and the