Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 275

"You're the only one gutsy enough to ask for my help and still throw shade at me."

Timothy had always had a remarkable tolerance for Vince.

Two years ago, Vince had managed to tank Timothy's shared power station project.

Yet even after all this time, Vince kept dancing around the edges, testing his patience.

Timothy wasn't even angry about it.

"You've said enough," he replied coolly. "So let me give you some advice: don't go around policing other people's boundaries if you can't respect your own. Otherwise, one day I might not even remember whose husband you're supposed to be."

His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable.

Vince just shrugged, waving the folder in his hand. "I've got real work to do. Not going to stick around and banter with you. Bye!"

He stood up and strode out, not bothering to look back.

The only reason he'd come over was to get this file.

Who knew if Timothy would lose his mind and back out of helping Jessica just because Vince had found her a lawyer?

Once in his car, Vince opened the folder.

on ten women, all flagged by Timothy's data search. Each had the same distinctive birthmark and were all twenty-six years old. Some

his assistant, instructing him to dig up detailed backgrounds on each woman

never have bothered meddling in someone else's mess. But for reasons he couldn't quite explain, this time he wanted to get involved. Partly because he wanted to see Timothy knocked down a peg. And partly—well, he actually felt bad

she'd probably never get out of

himself, but Vince's interference left him feeling irritated. Seeing Vince's smug face, Timothy decided

leaned against the balcony and took

man with principles, after

something sacred

marriage was the norm, he'd never entertained the idea of being with

his own

kind of intimacy with more

himself, and

someone, that

would never betray

that enough to

they'd only ever been with one woman, their

Timothy more restless. He inhaled

living room, stubbed it out, and headed out the

into Jessica's apartment

His gaze hardened.

out his phone

was discussing something