Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 166

Five minutes slipped by.

Jessica had already put away her phone.

Timothy's phone, though, remained stubbornly silent.

No messages.

No texts.

Not even a call.

Irritated, he lit another cigarette.

Pale, bluish smoke curled around him, casting shifting shadows across his sharp, handsome features. Those deep-set eyes of his gave nothing away, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

By the time the cigarette burned down to the filter, Timothy's expression had grown darker. "Allen, drive back to the office," he said, voice low.

"Aren't we picking up Mrs. Lawson?" Allen asked tentatively.

A cold glare shut down any further questions.

Allen immediately clamped his mouth shut, started the car, and pulled away from the hotel parking lot in the sleek, black Maybach.

car arrived to pick

Timothy's phone finally

suit pocket before he ordered, "Stop the

glanced at the screen, the caller

light in his

He answered.

Yates just got back from his trip abroad. He says it's been

a real drink

like

"I'm in," he replied.

meet at eight, Red House." Timothy hung up and signaled

mind was preoccupied

always dreamed of getting into Riverside

had to go

was only thirteen then, and since the Lawsons had no one free to accompany him, his grandparents decided to

bear to let Sheila return

up attending an excellent

animation industry back home, earning widespread acclaim as a top

online, she couldn't help feeling a twinge

she'd hit a creative wall and needed a breakthrough. When Timothy was traveling for

with Timothy planning to

Timothy