Regret Novel 199

Jonathan was completely caught off guard by the blow, sent sprawling by Evander’s

force.

That was when Charlotte snapped out of her shock and stepped between them, blocking Evander’s path. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you hitting him?”

Evander yanked his tie loose, his shirt now missing a button from the scuffle, exposing a broad, muscular chest that rose and fell with his rapid breaths. “So you actually care about him?” he shot back.

Jonathan, wiping blood from his lip as he sat up, glared at him. “Mr. Howard, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Still playing dumb, Mr. Pembroke?” Evander flexed his wrist, unbothered. “Mrs. Fontaine is with you, isn’t she? You’ve gone to great lengths to keep my people from finding her.”

Charlotte’s gaze snapped to Jonathan, her brow creased. “Is Mrs. Fontaine with you?”

Jonathan faltered, then admitted, “I’ll explain everything to you later-‘

“I don’t think explanations are necessary,” Evander cut in coldly. “If you really cared about what happened to Hiram, you would’ve handed her over long ago. Clearly, you never intended to help her at all.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, her face tense.

was connected to Mrs. Fontaine. But Charlotte’s real concern was always the person pulling the strings behind Mrs. Fontaine. Jonathan had figured this out long before, yet

left Charlotte pale. “Were you involved in all of this

“Charlotte, I

who’s lying and who’s telling the truth anymore. I don’t know how much longer you both plan to keep playing games with

in her mind to get

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a bitter laugh escaping him. “Are

to ask yourself.” He paused beside Jonathan, his tone layered with meaning. “You knew she was connected to me. You approached

“I didn’t approach her

and suddenly now, you’re close? You know as well as anyone what you’re doing,” Evander interrupted coolly. “The Pembrokes

he grabbed Evander by the collar. “And what about your precious Howard family? Saints, are you? If your grandfather hadn’t abandoned my grandmother, she wouldn’t have been shamed for being an unwed mother, and my mom–she might

fingers from his shirt. “If you have a score to settle with my grandfather, take it up with him. None of that has anything to do with

strode toward the front of the

“Keep an eye on Charlotte,” he

at the Sterling house. The place was empty and silent; it hit her, suddenly, that this

be

more days, and the three of

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