His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 165

Suddenly, Nolan felt a surge of gratitude for his own life. At least his girlfriend looked at him with adoration and did what he said.

“Ding!”

The elevator doors opened. Annika stepped out, and Nolan, always a step behind, hurried after her.

Annika began knocking on Conrad’s office door, the sound sharp and resounding in the quiet hallway.

Hearing the noise, Ms. Sutton and the other secretaries flocked over from all directions, curious to see who would dare to provoke the tiger in his den. They saw a tall, stunningly beautiful woman. Her face was calm, but she radiated an intensity that suggested she was not to be trifled with.

The door remained closed.

A moment later, the internal office phone rang, and Ms. Sutton rushed to answer it. When she returned, her face was pale.

“Ma’am,” she stammered, “Mr. Beryl asks that you leave. He says he doesn’t want to see you.”

Ms. Sutton was putting it mildly. On the phone, Conrad had snarled, “Get that woman out of here. If she doesn’t leave, you will.”

Just then, Nolan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID—it was Conrad. He quickly moved to a corner, cupping the phone. “Mr. Beryl.”

“Didn’t I tell you to get rid of her? Do my words mean nothing to you?” Conrad’s voice was murderous, like a vengeful demon.

Nolan seriously wondered if something had gone wrong between them last night. They sounded like they wanted to kill each other.

Nolan rushed over and grabbed Annika’s sleeve. Not daring to use force, he tried persuasion. “Ms. Sargent, I have something to tell you. Please, come with me.”

“Mr. Beryl says you can go in.”

When Annika entered Conrad’s office, he was on the phone, leaning back in his executive chair. He suddenly sat up, his brow furrowed in agitation. “What do you mean Monroe disappeared last night?”

Just those few words made Annika’s heart seize with tension. Before she could rush over to him, Conrad had already hung up. He grabbed his jacket and started walking out.

Annika caught his arm, her words tumbling out. “Monroe… what happened to him?”

Conrad’s irritation mounted. “My mother just called. She said Monroe was stolen last night.”

His words sent Annika plummeting into an abyss. Her son had just been pulled back from the brink of death. How could he be gone again?