HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 228

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 228**

“What brings you here?” Chris’s voice dripped with irritation, each word laced with an undeniable edge. Even though Cale was his brother, he had a knack for being exasperating, especially when it came to matters of business.

Cale ambled in with an air of nonchalance, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit that seemed to hug his form just right. There was a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, one that hinted at secrets untold. He sank into the empty chair with an exaggerated grace, crossing one leg over the other and reclining as if he had all the time in the world. This posture was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor; Cale was typically all sharp angles and tense lines, not the laid-back figure before them. But in their father’s office, perhaps he felt entitled to let his guard down, if only for a fleeting moment.

“Am I not allowed to visit?” Cale drawled, his tone light but his eyes glinting with mischief. “Besides, I’ve got something crucial to share, and you two just happen to be here.”

Daven’s brow furrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “Is this… about me?”

“Indeed, Mr. Callister,” Cale replied, a hint of amusement dancing in his expression.

“Then spit it out quickly, and be on your way. I still have matters to discuss with Mr. Callister,” Chris interjected, his impatience palpable.

Had they not shared the same blood, Daven might have been tempted to deliver a sharp punch to his younger brother for barging in uninvited. Yet, the information Cale bore was pertinent to Chris, and it seemed too valuable to dismiss. Daven felt a tight knot of responsibility; he couldn’t allow Chris to stumble into danger simply due to Cale’s reckless pride.

“I just received word on Harold,” Cale announced, his tone shifting to something more serious. “That old fox has resurfaced in the southern district of SunCity, not too far from the docks.”

Chris leaned forward in his chair, his interest piqued. “Are you certain? Where did you hear that?”

Cale slid his phone across the desk, revealing a photo that captured a hooded figure—undoubtedly Harold—casting furtive glances as he conversed with an unknown individual. Another image hinted at a clandestine exchange, the implications hanging thick in the air.

“You doubt my intel?” Cale grinned, watching Chris scrutinize the images intently. “My men have verified it. That unsightly fellow is indeed Harold. However, it’s not my crew’s responsibility to apprehend him.”

“Have you contacted the police?” Chris asked, his tone sharp and demanding. He handed Cale’s phone to Daven, urging him to take a look for himself.

Daven’s expression mirrored Chris’s shock, his eyes widening at the revelation.

“Do you think he’s foolish?” Cale continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wandering into public spaces and meeting people when his name is plastered all over the news?”

Chris clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling to the surface. Unlike Daven, who maintained a stoic facade, Chris’s temper flared like a wildfire. “If the police are on the take, can’t your people handle him?”

“Calm down, Mr. Handsome,” Cale retorted, a smirk slicing across his face. “I’m still keeping an eye on him. I want to see what he does next—because I suspect he has something much bigger planned.”

Cale’s insight was astute.

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, the gravity of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders. “That’s why I’ve prepared the legal route. The investigation team is meticulously processing every scrap of evidence. The moment we find an opening, I’ll drag Harold into court, no matter where he’s hiding.”

“Good,” Cale said, tapping the table once as if sealing a pact. “Because the only way to bind a slippery man like him is through the law. Bringing him to city hall isn’t a bad strategy. If you wait for him to trip on his own, he’ll take many down with him. Simultaneously, we can uncover things that—believe me—will be incredibly lucrative.”

Daven took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with determination. “I set the team in motion from the very beginning. Every project linked to him is being reexamined. No shred of evidence will slip through our fingers.”

“You’re taking the right steps, Mr. Callister,” Cale said, watching Daven with a keen eye. “Because otherwise—you know who will be the first scapegoat, don’t you?”

Chris glanced at Daven, then back at Cale, his expression hardening. “Cale, enough. We understand the risks involved. Maintain the surveillance and the pursuit. I’ll ensure the legal channels remain active.”

Cale allowed a small, satisfied grin to spread across his face. “Of course. But remember—my fee has to be substantial.”

Before Chris could voice his objections, the office door swung open once more—this time, without a knock. The sound of deliberate footsteps echoed through the room, and a figure stepped forward, one that was all too familiar to Daven.

“Does my arrival disturb you?”