Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 174

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

then, Timothy's phone finally

pulled it from his suit pocket before he ordered,

at the screen, the caller ID

faint light in his eyes

He answered.

says it's been ages since we

hadn't had a real drink in

he felt like he

"I'm in," he replied.

at eight, Red House." Timothy hung up and

Timothy's mind was preoccupied with setting up the new

dreamed of getting into Riverside Media Institute and

Timothy had to

no one free to accompany him, his grandparents decided to immigrate as well,

country, his grandparents couldn't bear to let Sheila return alone

excellent media college

animation industry

she couldn't help feeling

that she'd hit a creative wall and needed a breakthrough. When

together, with Timothy

had agreed, Timothy was

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