His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 121

A black Cayenne cruised down the road. When Harvey saw it, he deliberately rolled down his window and gave the Cayenne a thumbs-down before stomping on the gas, leaving it far behind.

Inside the Cayenne, Nolan noticed the damage to Harvey’s car. "Mr. Beryl," he said to the man in the back seat, "their trunk is completely smashed in."

Conrad, resting with his eyes closed, seemed uninterested.

Nolan added, "I think it was Donovan Tyson who hit them."

Conrad’s eyes snapped open. "Stop the car," he commanded, his voice sharp.

Nolan pulled over by a stretch of greenery. He got out and stood respectfully as Conrad exited, walked around the front, and slid into the driver's seat.

The Cayenne shot off in pursuit of Donovan's car. Seeing he was being followed, Donovan glanced back just as the Cayenne rammed into him with a grating screech of metal on metal.

He was about to kill the engine when another powerful jolt sent his car lurching forward a couple of meters. Furious, Donovan stormed out of his car and yelled at the Cayenne, "What the hell is wrong with—"

The word "you" died in his throat. The driver's side window rolled down, revealing Conrad's ice-cold face. The pieces clicked into place: he had just hit Annika's car, and now Conrad was hitting his. Clearly, this was payback.

A shiver went down Donovan’s spine. "Conrad," he stammered, trying to explain, "I was just angry. She doesn't even want you anymore. What's the point in protecting her?"

Conrad wasn't interested in a discussion. "Don't ever do something like this again," he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Otherwise, don't blame me for forgetting our friendship. I'll cover the cost of the repairs."

His message was clear: only he was allowed to give Annika a hard time. With that, Conrad drove away.

Fuming, Donovan pulled out his phone and made a miserable call to Justin.

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