His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 160

A cold smirk played on Conrad’s lips. “You’d better hope that’s what you said.”

The car stopped. Conrad peeled Annika’s hand off his waist, opened the door, and got out. Annika stumbled out after him, trying to walk faster to see Monroe, but her body felt as limp as a noodle. Every step was like walking on clouds. “Wait for me!” she called after him.

Conrad didn’t listen, not even bothering to look back as he strode through the villa’s main gate. Annika hurried her steps and finally caught up, panting. She looked around and realized they weren't at the Beryl Manor. The layout looked more like Scent Haven. Shaking her head to clear it, she called out, “Monroe! Beth!”

When Beth didn’t appear, it clicked—Conrad had played her. She spun around and roared at Conrad, “Conrad, you bastard, you tricked me!”

Conrad stood in the living room, studying her with an expression one might reserve for a crazy drunk. Seeing that look only fueled Annika’s rage. She lunged forward and grabbed his collar. “Tell Beth to bring Monroe downstairs.”

He continued to scrutinize her, a mocking smile on his lips. “She’s not here.”

*Beth isn't here? Does that mean this really isn’t the Beryl Manor?* Annika’s mind finally seemed to catch up. The anger she had been suppressing all night erupted. “You love seeing me panic, don’t you, Conrad? In your eyes, I must look like a complete clown, right?” He was Monroe’s father, too. How could he be so indifferent? Was his heart really made of stone?

As if he couldn’t be bothered to argue with a drunk, Conrad broke his gaze, loosened his tie, and headed upstairs.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Conrad pulled out his phone, which was connected to the security camera at the front gate. His eyes fell on a close-up of Tyler’s face, and a look of disgust washed over him. He quickly typed a message to Nolan: *Make him scram.*

Nolan replied instantly: *Yes, sir.*

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