Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 278

Thomson was displeased with Yancey's comments. "Mr. Henderson, Grace no longer has any affection for you. I suggest you conduct yourself with some dignity."

No sooner had he said that than Yancey lashed out, kicking over his chair with a brutal lack of restraint. As a result, Thomson tumbled to the ground with the overturned chair.

The Henderson family's standing was unquestioned. Even if Yancey wasn't the designated heir, with such a name behind him, he could stroll unchallenged through Druville. To him, the insolence of a minor celebrity was beneath notice.

Thomson was offended to a degree. His lips trembled before he let out a scoff. "No wonder Grace doesn't like you, Mr. Henderson."

Yancey stepped forward without hesitation and pulled Grace into his embrace. His expression was triumphantly arrogant as he said, "Take a good look at your own face before you speak. You're nothing but a substitute!"

A hot wave of shame surged through Thomson. He had been certain he had captivated Grace, certain his charm had begun to work. Yet here he was, humiliated on the floor, and she wasn't reacting at all.

All at once, he forgot every instruction Edric had given him. Turning on his heel, he strode away, though not without casting a final threat over his shoulder. "If you really want to be with me, Grace, you'd best get rid of the men around you first."

He spoke as if convinced she would chase after him no matter what.

Anger simmered within him as he left. The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became. So, he decided to meet up with friends, intending to drink the insult away. However, he ended up hearing Grace's name mentioned once

more.

"The other day, I was at Northbrook working on a project. Who would've thought Grace was so well-known over there?"

"Grace? Who's that?"

"She's Quentin Lambert's daughter, the one who used to follow Mr. Henderson around like a puppy. She's gorgeous, too. Thomson should know her. His father is an executive at Lambert Group, isn't he?"

The group turned their attention to him almost immediately.

of privilege, born into wealth and connections, though none of them were involved in the true power

from his earlier humiliation, Thomson lowered his glass onto the table. "Of course, I know her. She's been chasing me lately,

eyes lit up with curiosity, and everyone was instantly

"She's chasing you?"

fame as a fresh-faced

asked me out for dinner tonight, but I turned her down. She's beautiful, no doubt, but her appeal? Fairly average. With women, once the lights are off in bed, who cares what they look

in cheers

into bed? I've met her once, and she

lost to Yancey earlier. "She's not that hard to deal with. She was dazed a few times when she saw me. I invited

words of admiration

face, a burst of heat surged through him, leaving him uncomfortable as he quietly thought to himself, "That bitch

that she had the audacity to act all high and mighty despite

in the palm of his hand, he

his head, his

crept into Thomson's heart. In a panic, he

...

Thomson made his way alone to the parking lot. Just as he reached for his

from the shadows. The silver mask had that same cold

in an instant

measured and unhurried. Then, he raised a knife and coolly lifted

a few times when she saw you?"

accompanied by a searing pain that tore across his cheek. His eyes flew wide as dread crashed over him. As a public figure, his face was his livelihood. To him, it was worth far

want from me? Let

his gaze devoid of warmth— much like a

Thomson had been slashed three times that he finally pieced

but go after her