Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 185

Timothy pulled his robe from the wardrobe, draping it over his arm. His expression remained calm, lips parting as if to speak, but when he looked at Jessica's almost unreadable face, he thought better of it and left the master bedroom without a word.

The guest room was right next door. He headed straight for the bathroom.

After showering, Timothy settled onto the bedroom balcony, lit a cigarette, and dialed Vince.

"Did you get that wound taken care of?"

Vince's first words cut straight to the point.

"Yeah."

"How'd you manage to hurt your neck? Bled a lot, didn't you?"

Vince probably had an idea, but asked anyway.

"Got bitten by a sweet little kitten with a mean streak," Timothy replied dryly.

"That sounds dangerous. Did you get a shot?"

Timothy took a deep drag, exhaling smoke. "Vince, I didn't call to chit-chat. Do you

messed up my plans?

make it up to you

into a cold half-smile. "You're good at keeping score, aren't you? One project doesn't cover

"If I offended without knowing, I hope President Lawson will enlighten

Timothy didn't bother.

cut off every escape route for Jessica-no money, nowhere to go. It

If she didn't come home today, or tomorrow, she'd eventually

And yet...

Vince

did you buy from her for thirty

to know where Jessica's money

"Paper cutouts."

sharp. "I have a hard time believing you're not

for

Jessica's accounts, and now he'd just handed her

tell you—three days from now, my grandfather's turning seventy. We're having

Larkin had a thing for collecting them, and over the years,

that kind of money... It was laughable. Those trinkets weren't even worth pocket change, let alone good