Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 395

“You weren’t wrong—you did the right thing. In fact, you could’ve stabbed a bit harder back then, maybe even gone for a second shot.”

Timothy pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a slow drag.

Vince shot him a sideways look. “Did you bang your head in that car accident? Or is this just your natural state?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. I’m perfectly lucid.”

Vince snapped the partnership contract shut and tossed it onto the desk in front of Timothy. “Honestly, this all smells fishy. If you don’t spell it out for me, I’d rather just hand over the whole site to you for free than sign this thing.”

Timothy exhaled a lazy ring of smoke, studying Vince through the haze.

Sharp as ever.

If he ever figured out that Jessica was actually Salome, things would get messy fast.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?”

Timothy’s gentle features faded in and out of the smoke like a flickering photograph.

Vince scoffed. “Trust you? Please. You’re Timothy. I’d trust a corpse before I trust you. No way am I walking into this trap.”

Timothy straightened in his chair and flicked the ash off his cigarette with slender fingers. “You’re overthinking it. If you’re worried, you can take full charge of the project. I’ll provide the tech team, and I’ll cover all the costs.”

Vince shot him an amused glance, his grin widening. “That just makes it an even bigger trap. Only a fool would fall for it. And I’m no fool, so you can keep your project.”

Vince had planned from the start to just give Timothy the power station he’d built, no strings attached.

So even though walking away from this deal meant losing a hefty profit, Vince didn’t feel the least bit cheated.

It was just common sense and the kind of business instinct you pick up after years in the game—something about this whole thing screamed setup.