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.

files on ten women, all flagged by Timothy's data search. Each had the same

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

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

didn't step in, she'd probably never get out

him feeling irritated. Seeing Vince's

cigarette, he leaned against the balcony and took

was a man with principles, after

something sacred to

was the norm, he'd never entertained the idea of

was, in his own

didn't want to share that kind of intimacy with more than one

for himself, and

once he'd chosen someone, that was it—just one,

never betray

enough to

only ever been with one woman, their whole

only made Timothy more restless. He

the living room, stubbed it

car pulled into Jessica's apartment complex, he immediately spotted

His gaze hardened.

pulled out his phone and

discussing something