His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 14

Hank parked in front of the jewelry store. As he walked in, he passed a man in a white suit coming out.

The glittering display of jewels in the glass cases was dazzling, but Hank’s eyes were drawn to a diamond ring in the manager’s hand. His heart skipped a beat. It looked exactly like Mr. Beryl’s wedding ring.

Hank looked closer and confirmed it was the limited-edition Bulgari blue diamond ring. “How much is this?” he asked.

The manager, who was about to put the ring away, beamed when he heard the inquiry. “Excellent taste, sir. It’s fifteen million dollars, but if you’re serious, I can give you a better price. Between you and me,” he whispered conspiratorially, “someone just brought it in to sell.”

Hank felt like he’d been gut-punched. “Who sold it? Was it a woman named Annika?”

The manager pointed toward the entrance. “The man in the white suit.”

Hank looked up just in time to see the man in the white suit bending down to get into a car. It looked like Marcus Sargent’s assistant, Harvey.

When Hank called Conrad, he was sitting at his desk, reviewing documents. “Mr. Beryl, Mrs. Beryl sold her wedding ring.”

Conrad’s hand, holding the pen, froze. A drop of ink fell onto the document, smudging the text. “How much?”

“Twelve million dollars.”

Conrad stared blankly for a moment, then tugged irritably at his tie. So, that’s all he was worth to her. That heartless, gold-digging woman! He crumpled the ruined page in his fist.

He shook his head, trying to clear it. There was no point wasting any more energy on her. If they were getting a divorce, it needed to be a clean break. He wasn’t one to drag things out.

He hung up abruptly.

Hank stared at his phone, a dial tone buzzing in his ear. He felt lost. The manager asked if he still wanted to buy the ring, but without instructions, Hank couldn’t make that decision. He shook his head.

Hank watched the doors close, then walked out of the bank to find Harvey leaning against a car, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, Harvey.”

Harvey looked up, saw it was Conrad’s assistant, and shot him a cold glare before returning his attention to his phone.

“Harvey, is something wrong with the Sargent Group?” Hank asked, his brow furrowed. Annika selling her wedding ring, and now showing up at the bank to see the manager—it was obvious something was terribly wrong.

Harvey snorted and muttered, “Don’t pretend you don’t know. I’ve never seen a man as heartless as Conrad Beryl.”

“What happened to the Sargent Group?” Hank pressed, ignoring the jab.

Harvey finished his game and stuffed his phone in his pocket. “The company’s capital chain is broken, creditors are swarming now that the year is ending, and the bank has cut off our credit line. The stress gave Mr. Sargent a cerebral hemorrhage, and he’s in the hospital. Annika has sold everything she can, but it’s just a drop in the bucket. I don’t know what kind of husband your boss is, letting all this happen without so much as a single phone call.”