His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 159

Justin and Donovan's words made Tyler’s face flush with anger. “They’re divorced,” he argued. “They’re not husband and wife. And even if there was something between Annika and me—which there isn’t—it’s none of Conrad’s business, and it’s certainly none of yours.”

Donovan let out a soft laugh and looked at Justin. “He says it has nothing to do with us.”

Justin returned a strange smile.

Donovan turned back to Tyler, still smiling. “You’re right, it has nothing to do with us. But that two hundred million you owe? With just one word from me, the interest will start compounding so fast you won’t be able to pay it off in this lifetime.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone as if to make the call.

Tyler knew it wasn't an empty threat. The two hundred million was already a crushing weight, and he couldn't afford to take on any more debt. He reluctantly backed down. “There’s nothing going on between me and Annika,” he explained, his pride wounded. “I was just worried she was going to get hurt.”

“Do you have any idea who her man is?” Justin’s casual words carried a sharp warning. “She doesn’t need you worrying about her.”

Tyler swallowed hard and pushed past Justin. Figuring Conrad and Annika were long gone, Justin didn’t bother stopping him this time and let him go.

Watching Tyler’s hurried retreat, Justin muttered, “So damn pretentious.”

Meanwhile, Annika had chased after Conrad and saw him getting into his black Cayenne. She managed to slip into the back seat just before the car started moving.

“Get out,” Conrad ordered coldly when he saw her.

“No.”

For the first time ever, Annika tried to play it cute with him. She would never have dared to before, but a moment ago, she had been so worried about Monroe that she’d dragged Lina out of Conrad’s lap and embarrassed him in front of everyone. She had expected him to explode with rage, but his expression had remained unreadable. So, she decided to push her luck.

When Nolan still didn’t respond, she grew agitated. The alcohol had clouded her mind, but she could still clearly remember being told that Monroe had cried himself hoarse.

"Nolan, did you hear me?" she snapped. "Turn around—we’re going back to the manor."

Nolan finally turned, a fearful expression on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

Satisfied with his answer, Annika sat back down, muttering, “Just as heartless as Conrad. You can tell he trained you.”

Conrad’s brow furrowed, his low voice laced with danger. “Say that again.”

“Huh?” Annika’s eyes fluttered open, and Conrad’s handsome face swam in a blurry double vision. She cupped his cheeks and giggled. Afraid he would get angry and refuse to take her to Monroe, she put on her best cute act. “Nothing. I said Conrad is so handsome, he puts Adonis to shame.”