Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 529

He was right.

It was the truth.

That’s exactly the kind of person he was.

And that was why Jessica had always wanted to break free from him, to escape.

“Yates, thank you,” she said quietly.

“No need to thank me. I’m not letting you off easy, either. We’re competing fair and square,” Yates replied.

Timothy’s voice was hoarse. “Alright.”

Yates had made himself perfectly clear. If Timothy still refused to change, then he really would lose Jessica forever.

Jessica had compromised for Herbert’s sake, for Vince’s sake—because she always tried to do the right thing, always thought of others.

But he hadn’t.

He only wanted what he wanted.

He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, so he kept trying to trap her at his side, ignoring her feelings completely.

“I’m hanging up.”

“Yates, wait.”

Timothy caught him before he could end the call. “Can you tell me how she invested in that film?”

“Think about it. You’ll figure it out,” Yates said, and the line went dead.

Timothy stared at his phone as the dial tone hummed in his ear.

Yates wanted him to figure it out himself.

He could work it out, couldn’t he…?

All the money was still at home. So where had she gotten the funds?

Suddenly, Timothy’s eyes widened. He quickly dialed Secretary Allen.

“Allen, I need you to check Mrs. Foster’s bank statements—the card I used to transfer two hundred grand to, each time.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”

Timothy paced anxiously, waiting.

Meanwhile, Sheila was sprawled on her bed, scrolling through Twitter posts about Timothy feverishly promoting Jessica’s film. She’d bitten her lower lip so hard it was bleeding, a metallic taste filling her mouth.

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