Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 186

Timothy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his movements crisp and sharp.

"What did you just say?"

"My little sister has a pink birthmark on her chest. It's kind of private my family's never talked about it outside. But I want to use your data analysis to help find her, so I'm telling you now. It's heart-shaped."

Timothy's dark eyes grew even more inscrutable, shadows flickering in their depths.

He felt his heart pounding, more forcefully than usual.

His voice trembled ever so slightly. "Left side or right?"

"Upper left. My mother says it's about the size of a pinky finger. No idea if it'll grow

as she does. If your data turns up anyone with a heart-shaped pink birthmark in

that spot, pull their files for me. I'll send someone to check it out."

Timothy's long, elegant fingers curled into a fist.

A faint ringing sounded in his ears; he barely registered the rest of Vince's words.

Could it be Jessica?

Timothy's lips set in a tight, cold line.

He didn't speak for a long while.

"Timothy, are you listening?"

"I am."

in the Zimmerman Group's renewable energy business. I had no choice. I'm sorry. My mom doesn't have much time left, and she misses her daughter. As her son, I just want to fulfill her last wish. Maybe we can use this as a chance

It's just business—a little lost profit,

could never understand. With things moving so fast, it was hard not

else from trying the same thing?

Thanks. Just... keep an eye out for

"I will."

I'll let you go. You're still recovering-don't stay up

call ended, Timothy reached for the pack of cigarettes on

his lips and

he was just

hadn't disappeared, she'd be

Jessica was twenty-seven.

the birthmark-two people with identical

Thurston both had the same faint blue circular birthmark on

that didn't happen

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

in age-he

his chest seemed to ease

bedroom door and found Jessica leaning against the guest

"Something you need?"

out her hand, rubbing her index and ring fingers together

So persistent.

Timothy Lawson, head of Lawson Industries, really about to let her chase him

walked past, heading out to his