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.

A new kind of drug has been developed overseas, but it'll cause slight damage to

extremely valuable. He could

sudden. He took a deep breath before saying,

"Mr. Henderson..."

saw Ethan's bloodshot eyes. If he continued losing sleep this way, the

contact the foreign experts right

Then, he closed his

and Tim sent

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

that Mr. Henderson

Grace: "Of course."

was because Ethan had visited Eleanor's grave before. Even if he ended up not liking Andrea, he would definitely be shocked

then did Tim feel relieved. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Ethan sitting in the back seat. As always,

looked out the window at the scene of the city that was passing him by.

Tim felt motivated. Very quickly, they arrived at the

had already gotten the VIP access

afraid it

need of money. If it weren't for that, she would never have gone to

to get her, she would have also sold her body to some other man. Besides, Grace had been incredibly generous

breath, and motivation flashed across her eyes. If the man looked fairly decent, she would grab onto this

living room. She even had the bright lights switched off, leaving only the ambient

late Eleanor liked a lot, and

a wheelchair could be heard

light knocks on the door. As the door

be seen. Grace walked over, shut the door, and pushed his chair

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

"What..."

so dimly lit, coupled with the scent in the air,