Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 295

Timothy didn’t so much as flinch.

Herbert’s fist, thrown with all the force he could muster, connected hard with the side of Timothy’s face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Timothy’s mouth.

Unhurried, Timothy raised his thumb and wiped the blood away.

He didn’t fight back. Herbert, seeing that, suddenly found the urge to keep swinging just draining out of him.

Timothy pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly dabbed at the blood on his fingertips, oddly struck by a fleeting appreciation for the old man’s scheming. At least now he knew one thing: Jessica genuinely cared about The Wheeler Group.

He stood up, taking his time. Herbert was tall—six-foot-one, maybe a touch more. At that height, anyone could be intimidating.

But Timothy, at six-foot-two and carrying the unmistakable air of someone born with every advantage, still managed to overshadow Herbert.

“Want to keep going?” His voice was low, steady. “Fine by me. But I don’t take hits for nothing. Every punch costs The Wheeler Group a hundred million dollars.”

Jessica could feel her anger boiling over at Timothy’s relentless talk of money.

She strode over, shoved Herbert aside, and slapped Timothy across the face. Then, with quick, practiced hand signs, she spat out: “And what about me? If I hit you, how many millions do I owe? Is money the only thing you know how to use against people?”

Timothy pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Every muscle in his body seemed on the verge of snapping.

Vince rushed over to grab Timothy’s arm. “Timothy, I talked Jessy into letting you come tonight. Look at you—making such a scene I haven’t even had a chance to eat. Dinner’s cold, my appetite’s gone. Go cool off, and make it up to me with a proper meal somewhere else.”

But Timothy shook Vince off and seized Jessica’s hand, spitting out two words: “We’re leaving.”