HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 339

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 339**

“Here’s the report you requested, Sir.”

Arsen placed a substantial folder on Daven’s desk, the weight of it symbolizing the gravity of their ongoing projects. The office remained largely unchanged, save for a family portrait that had been strategically positioned to draw the eye, a reminder of Daven’s life outside the corporate sphere. With deliberate care, Arsen set the file down, fully anticipating a barrage of questions from his boss, as was customary.

Daven, with a practiced nonchalance, began flipping through the initial pages, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. “The Vilahall project has progressed this far?” His voice was incredulous, tinged with curiosity.

“Yes, Sir.” Arsen’s tone was confident, a slight pride creeping into his words. “The design for the Vilahall Grand Plaza mall is nearing its finalization stage. The main investor has officially signed on, and they’re aiming for groundbreaking next month.”

Daven nodded slowly, his gaze drifting toward the expansive glass wall that overlooked the sprawling SunCity below. “Vilahall is growing rapidly. If the Callister Group makes its move early, we’ll secure a foothold in that city for years to come.” His voice held a note of determination, as if he could already envision the future possibilities.

“I completely agree, Sir.” Arsen pointed to a profit graph displayed on the second page. “With this expansion, your cash flow should remain stable for at least the next three years.” The numbers seemed to dance in his mind, promising a bright future.

Daven raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism flickering across his features. “Meaning… you think our finances still aren’t stable?”

Arsen offered a faint, knowing smile, understanding the weight of Daven’s perfectionism. “You’re too much of a perfectionist, Sir. Numbers like these would make most CEOs throw a celebration.”

A small chuckle escaped Daven, a rare moment of levity. “Don’t get complacent, Arsen. You know I’m always hungry for a new challenge.” His eyes sparkled with ambition, reflecting his relentless drive.

“But Mr. Daven, if I may offer a bit of caution—Vilahall is a risky venture if you dig deeper. Every decision must be made with utmost care. Not only is the company’s reputation on the line, but a single misstep could cost us dearly.” Arsen’s voice was earnest, his concern genuine.

“I’m well aware of that,” Daven replied, his tone firm yet reassuring. “But relax—I’m not about to let anything like that happen.” He closed the folder with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. “Come on. The shareholders’ meeting is waiting.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As they exited the office, Arsen followed closely behind Daven. After more than a decade under his leadership, these past few years had been a whirlwind of brilliance and success. Daven’s achievements were remarkable, his name rising swiftly in both Mighatan and SunCity, establishing him as a formidable international business tycoon.

The main conference room on the thirtieth floor was a grand spectacle, the largest and most opulent space within the Callister Group. Directors, division heads, and investors filled the long, dark-wood table, their voices a low hum of anticipation, excitement crackling in the air like static.

The moment Daven stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted dramatically; energy surged, and all eyes turned toward him, a collective focus that was palpable.

“Alright,” Daven began, his voice steady and commanding, “we’re closing this year with strong numbers. The construction division recorded a twelve-percent increase compared to last year.”

A director, Mr. Howard, raised his hand, eager to contribute. “That jump is thanks to the Vilahall project, right?”

“Correct,” Daven affirmed, nodding. “But that’s not the only success story. The east port revitalization project also achieved a five-percent cost efficiency. Credit goes to your team.”

Cheers erupted, a wave of applause rippling through the room, the atmosphere electric with shared triumph.

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