Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Timothy didn't so much as flinch.

Herbert's fist, thrown with all the force he could muster, connected hard with the side of Timothy's face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Timothy's mouth.

Unhurried, Timothy raised his thumb and wiped the blood away.

He didn't fight back. Herbert, seeing that, suddenly found the urge to keep swinging just draining out of him.

Timothy pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly dabbed at the blood on his fingertips, oddly struck by a fleeting appreciation for the old man's scheming. At least now he knew one thing: Jessica genuinely cared about The Wheeler Group.

He stood up, taking his time. Herbert was tall-six-foot-one, maybe a touch more. At that height, anyone could be intimidating.

six-foot-two and carrying the unmistakable air of

was low, steady. "Fine by me. But I don't take hits for nothing. Every punch costs

over

Timothy across the face. Then, with quick, practiced hand signs, she spat out: "And what about me? If I hit you, how many millions do I owe? Is money the only thing you know how to

tongue against the roof of his mouth. Every muscle in his body

I talked Jessy into letting you come tonight. Look at you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's gone. Go cool off, and make it up to me with

Timothy shook Vince off and seized Jessica's hand, spitting out

dragged Jessica toward the

choice but to go with

her own decisions drag

caught up, gripping her other hand. "You're

his face-fear that if she went back, he'd never see her

grip on Jessica, Timothy lost the last of his composure. He stepped forward and clamped down on

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