HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 395

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 395**

A chill crept through the warehouse, settling into the very bones of the space. The man’s earlier bravado evaporated like mist under the morning sun as Daven rose to his full height, his movements deliberate and predatory. With a swift, practiced motion, he seized the folding chair nearby and swung it with precision, connecting it harshly with the man’s head.

A piercing scream erupted, echoing off the concrete walls, raw and agonizing.

It was a brutal sound, one that would make any onlooker recoil in horror, yet not a single soul dared to approach. Daven’s demeanor was that of a hunter, his appetite for confrontation still unsated, eyes glinting with a fierce intensity.

“Still not willing to talk?” he challenged, his voice low and dangerous, reverberating through the tense air.

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“Where have you been?” one of the commissioners barked the moment Daven stepped into the stark meeting room, his tone laced with irritation.

Seated closest to the entrance, the man wielded significant power as one of the largest shareholders in the Callister Group. His presence commanded attention, and Daven felt the weight of that authority pressing upon him.

Arsen had ensured that Daven presented the perfect image, even after the earlier chaos. The bloodied shirt had been discarded in favor of a sharp, immaculate suit that spoke of professionalism and control.

“Ah, my sincerest apologies,” Daven replied smoothly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, masking the turmoil beneath. “There was an urgent matter that required my attention, Mr. Bret.” His gaze bore into Bret’s, sharp and unwavering, as if he were cataloging every twitch and flicker of the man’s expression.

“Get on with it. We’ve been waiting far too long,” Bret scoffed, dismissing Daven’s presence with a haughty turn of his head, as if the man’s arrival was nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his day.

Daven, however, chose to stand his ground. He moved with deliberate slowness along the polished length of the conference table, taking in the faces that surrounded him. Each representative present was a key player in the Jiangshe project, their expressions a tapestry of emotions—anxiety, calculation, cool detachment, and a vigilant awareness of the impending storm.

Finally, he settled into the head of the table, his posture calm and controlled, exuding an air of confidence that belied the tension swirling around him.

A low murmur rippled through the room, gradually fading into silence as Daven leaned back, the crystal chandelier casting a cold, harsh light that glinted off the glass tabletop. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts—nervous fingers drummed lightly, and breaths were held just a moment too long.

“Apologies for my tardiness,” Daven reiterated, his voice steady.

Silence reigned, save for the subtle exchange of glances among the commissioners.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” a man seated to Daven’s right interjected, his voice taut with urgency. “The situation in Jiangshe is escalating.”

“We will manage it,” Daven interjected, his tone flat yet resolute, halting the man’s sentence mid-flow. “We’re already considering a renewed approach to assist the affected residents.”

Bret let out a quiet scoff, the sound slicing through the stillness of the room. “A renewed approach?” he echoed, dripping with sarcasm. “With pressure mounting like this, you’re still advocating for compromise?”

Daven turned his head slowly, locking eyes with Bret, who met his gaze with open disdain. Yet, Daven remained unperturbed, almost relaxed in the face of the challenge.

“Compromise is not a sign of weakness,” Daven countered, his voice steady. “It’s a strategic maneuver.”

“Our stock is plummeting,” another commissioner interjected, clearly eager to escape Daven’s penetrating gaze. “Investors are on edge. They’re questioning the management of company funds. What’s your response?”

“Panic has never led to sound decisions,” Daven replied evenly, his demeanor unyielding. “Stocks fluctuate. They may not recover today or even this week, but they will bounce back.”

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