Regret Came Too Late

Ethan gave a curt response before he was pushed out of the conference room.

The atmosphere in the conference room was stifling. The pressure was finally gone when Ethan exited the room. Everyone could finally breathe again. They felt lucky to still be alive.

After returning to the office, Ethan remained calm. There were still many documents he had to review, but he could no longer get himself to go through them. Usually, he could easily understand the data that was shown in the documents. Today, it all just looked like a bunch of tadpoles swimming up and down.

He rubbed his brows before speaking to Tim, who was next to him. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up at 7:00 pm."

"Will do."

Ethan had always had a bad case of insomnia. He had been losing sleep for the past few days as well. Faint dark circles could be seen around his eyes.

He lay down on the bed in the break room. He was probably in a good mood because the moment he shut his eyes, he dozed off right away. He had frequent dreams about the past and the messy disputes, and today was the same.

His brows furrowed. Even in his dreams, he could not get a good sleep. Just then, that voice said something.

"He's dead, so why are you still alive?"

All he could feel was a sword being pierced through his chest. That suffocating feeling was creeping up on him again.

His eyes shot open, and he realized that only 20 minutes had passed. His face turned a little ashen as he called Tim over.

Tim came over immediately. The moment he saw Ethan, he knew that Ethan had just had a dream.

With practiced ease, Tim took a bottle of sleeping pills, shook out a few tablets into his hand, and placed them in Ethan's palm. "Mr. Henderson, take some of these before you go to sleep."

Ethan massaged the area between his eyebrows. With his voice all hoarse, he asked, "Have you not found any new sleeping pills yet?"

Sleeping pills were made up of pretty much the same substance. He had become resistant to the type of medicine he currently used. Ordinary sleeping pills no longer worked on him.

However, the ones with a stronger dosage had severe side effects, so Tim had never dared to let Ethan take those.

but it'll cause slight damage to the brain, and it's irreparable. I wouldn't

is extremely valuable. He could

temples paused all of a sudden. He took a deep breath

"Mr. Henderson..."

eyes. If he continued losing sleep this way, the damage done to

foreign experts

his eyes to rest and

rolled around, and Tim sent him

were on their way to the hotel, Tim still felt a little uneasy, so he kept

that Mr. Henderson will

Grace: "Of course."

ended up not liking

feel relieved. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Ethan sitting in

that was passing him by. His lips curled up into a faint smirk. It was apparent that he was

felt motivated. Very quickly, they arrived at

use Ethan's presidential suite. She had already gotten the VIP access from Tim. She then let Andrea

it was

was in desperate need of money. If it weren't for that, she

not come to get her, she would have also sold her body to some

eyes. If the man looked fairly decent, she would

waited in the living room. She even had the

This citrusy fragrance was something that the late Eleanor

be heard

was in his wheelchair. He gave a few light knocks on the door. As the door

were dim, so only a vague silhouette could be seen.

bobbed a couple of times. He straightened his arms ever so slightly on the

"What..."

the scent in the air, it was hard for him not