Regret Novel 38

Charlotte returned to her office and immediately noticed a message from

Jonathan.

Around four thirty that afternoon, she arrived at the Sleep Research Institute, where Jonathan was waiting.

It wasn’t until she stepped inside that she realized, with some surprise, this was the very institute named in the project proposal Tricia had given her.

Jonathan stood up to greet her, his trademark teasing never far away. “Charlotte, I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost. This place isn’t exactly huge, but it’s easy enough to get turned around.”

She took a seat on the couch, glancing around the room. “This place belongs to you?”

Jonathan poured her some tea. “Not really. I just have a stake in it. Why do you

ask?”

Charlotte shook her head and got straight to the point. “Did you really get those witness statements?”

“Of course.” Jonathan pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of her. “Take a look.”

Charlotte unfolded the note.

The name “Howard” leapt out at her.

She felt the room sway for a moment.

Howard…

Evander?

Evander about it that night. He hadn’t shown even the slightest hint of unease.

this

sighed. “I asked them several times. That’s what they said. And they added that whoever it was, they’d never dare cross someone with that kind of background.” He took a slow sip of tea, his gaze thoughtful. “Honestly, who else could it be but the

on the note, nearly crumpling

Chapter 38

breath. “Thank you, Jonathan. Let me buy

grinning. “You said it. Don’t blame me if I eat you out of house

smile. “I’ll

a small group approached from the other end of

suit with an old–world flair–refined, assured, the kind of presence that made you feel you’d seen him

But Charlotte had.

as she recognized

It was Evander,

flanked by colleagues engaged in casual conversation. He responded occasionally, his manner measured

courteous.

didn’t change. He simply looked away, continuing his conversation as if she weren’t

hand, hanging at her side, clenched

past, Jonathan spoke up. “Mr. Howard, aren’t

shock, not expecting

few of Evander’s companions recognized Jonathan as a shareholder and

nothing.

his watch, turning back with a cool, unreadable look. “I don’t believe Mr. Pembroke and I are close enough to warrant that, are

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