Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 167

They arrived at the Red House.

Kane and Yates had claimed the best booth in the place-prime seats with a perfect view of the action.

They hadn't bothered to reserve a private room, which didn't surprise Timothy in the least; that was just typical Kane.

Red House was one of Riverside City's most well-known clubs. At night, the main hall came alive with a spectacle of pole dancers-new faces rotated in every week, each one more stunning and alluring than the last. The show had earned a reputation, drawing crowds from across the city and beyond.

As soon as Kane spotted Sheila, he sprang up, arms wide, swept her off her feet, and spun her around several times. Sheila shrieked, startled, clutching at his shoulders. "Kane, put me down! Right now!"

Yates, meanwhile, lounged in his seat, having just lit a cigarette. When Timothy walked over, Yates wordlessly offered him one. Timothy sat, and Yates flicked his lighter, holding the flame steady until Timothy's cigarette caught.

Kane finally set Sheila down, laughing. "Come on, don't be such a spoilsport! I haven't seen you in ages-just one hug! Timothy doesn't mind, does he? Or are you worried he'll get jealous?"

a stern look. "Timothy's married now. Watch what

him. He leaned

bought Flameheart and gave it to you, didn't he?" "Enough! Not another word." Sheila snatched a glass of wine and shoved it into Kane's hands. "Here,

thrilled to see Sheila after

lights overhead. The dim, moody glow flickered across his face, making him look all the more handsome and

his glass and clinked it against Yates'. After taking a sip, Timothy asked quietly, "So,

glass in hand, his posture relaxed but his

voice was casual. "Looking for that childhood

you long

the daughter who disappeared? They've been looking for her for years, and I thought they'd long since

Mrs. Zimmerman's health is failing- doctors say she might not last more than

do you even start?" Timothy swirled the wine in his crystal glass, brow calm. "The Zimmermans aren't exactly short

a rueful smile. "That's why