Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 166

Five minutes slipped by.

Jessica had already put away her phone.

Timothy's phone, though, remained stubbornly silent.

No messages.

No texts.

Not even a call.

Irritated, he lit another cigarette.

Pale, bluish smoke curled around him, casting shifting shadows across his sharp, handsome features. Those deep-set eyes of his gave nothing away, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

By the time the cigarette burned down to the filter, Timothy's expression had grown darker. "Allen, drive back to the office," he said, voice low.

"Aren't we picking up Mrs. Lawson?" Allen asked tentatively.

A cold glare shut down any further questions.

Allen immediately clamped his mouth shut, started the car, and pulled away from the hotel parking lot in the sleek, black Maybach.

A moment later, another car arrived to pick up Jessica.

Just then, Timothy's phone finally rang.

He hadn't even pulled it from his suit pocket before he ordered, "Stop the car."

When he glanced at the screen, the caller ID wasn't Jessica's.

The faint light in his eyes vanished.

He answered.

"Timothy, Yates just got back from his trip abroad. He says it's been ages since we last met—how about a drink tonight?"

Timothy realized he hadn't had a real drink in a long time.

Tonight, he felt like he needed one.

"I'm in," he replied.

"Sheila's back too. Yates is bringing her along. Let's meet at eight, Red House."