Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 175

Vince raised his glass. "The one in a bad mood has left. I'm in a good mood—why not have a drink? Care to join me?"

He might only be Yates's brother-in-law in name, but the gesture still deserved some respect.

Yates clinked his glass against Vince's.

Setting his drink down, Vince asked, "Did you mention it to Timothy?"

"I did. He didn't refuse, but he didn't agree, either. Still, he accepted your proposal, which pretty much means he's on board. You're in luck—Timothy's wife showed up at just the right moment tonight. By the way, how do you know her?"

"My old man's got a thing for collecting paper cuttings. To keep him happy, the owner of a framing shop introduced me to Timothy's wife."

"So, you wanted to meet her just to buy her paper cuttings? Even in a place like this?"

Yates swirled the wine in his glass.

"I'd just finished meeting a client and had to see you guys after, so I couldn't get away. She seemed eager to sell, so I asked the framing shop owner to bring her straight here. Honestly, though—let me tell you—her paper cutting skills are something you see maybe once in a century."

Yates chuckled. "Coming from you, that's high praise. You sure you're not just saying that because she's Timothy's wife?"

"Give me some credit. My old man's not fooled by just anything. I've spent the better part of a year hunting down paper cutting art for him—my eye for quality is practically professional by now."

Yates mulled it over. Why was Timothy's wife in such a hurry to sell?

Things were getting more interesting by the minute…

Jessica only snapped out of it when Timothy half-carried her into the elevator. She tried to wriggle free, but he ignored her.

When they reached the car, Secretary Allen hurried over to open the door. Timothy bundled Jessica inside and told Allen to drive them back to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Jessica stared out the window the entire ride.

Timothy didn't say a word.

The tension in the car was suffocating; Secretary Allen gripped the steering wheel, feeling like he was sitting on needles.