HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 827

"I've already confirmed that they received your invitation, Mr. Silas," one of the staff members reported as soon as he entered Don Falcon's office.

The man turned and looked at the staff member with a faint smile. "Good." He then glanced at Don Falcon, who was still busy with his paperwork.

Sensing the attention on him, Falcon looked up. "Yeah, that's good. Now we just wait, right?"

Silas grinned. He dismissed the staff member from his office. And without needing a second instruction, the man excused himself and left. "Don't forget your role this time. The success of our plan depends largely on you."

Falcon laughed. "Yeah, I know." He returned to his report. During his stay in Carrington Bay, he had left behind a great deal of work in Berlin that still required his attention. He had lost count of how many times his father had asked him to return, but Falcon had no intention of giving up so easily. Until he brought Naomi back to Berlin, he had no plans to leave this country.

To him, Naomi was a symbol of success for a certain obsession he harbored.

The harder something was to obtain, the more it challenged whatever lay within Falcon.

Once he felt there was no longer too much work demanding his attention and time, Falcon set aside his tablet. He instructed his assistant to handle the remaining tasks under his supervision. Then he focused his attention on Silas.

"Are you sure your plan will work this time?"

Silas stared at Falcon for a moment before laughing. "You doubt me?"

"No." Falcon loosened the collar of his shirt. "It's just... a party?"

"This isn't just an ordinary party. It's a business gathering among members of the Devereux family. It's extremely important for us to build partnerships among all of them. Including Kai."

Falcon let out a quiet sigh. "I don't care about useless crowds like that. As long as I achieve my goal, I'll follow all of your advice."

Silas nodded slowly. "Just keep your ego in check. Usually, a woman who has bad memories involving a man, especially someone like you, will react with hostility."

Falcon clicked his tongue. He took out a cigar and leaned back comfortably in his chair. With practiced skill, he cut the tip and lit it. Thin smoke gradually filled part of the room as Falcon enjoyed his cigar. The daylight streaming through the large windows reflected off the surface of the desk, creating an atmosphere far calmer than the content of their conversation.

Silas watched the man for several moments before pouring himself a little more drink into the crystal glass in front of him.

"You seem much calmer than when you first arrived in Carrington Bay."

Falcon chuckled softly. "That's because when I first arrived, I had no idea where to begin."

"And now?"

"At least I have a clear goal."

Silas nodded slowly. That answer didn't surprise him. From the very beginning, Don Falcon had never been a man who gave up easily. Quite the opposite. The harder something was to obtain, the stronger his desire to have it became.

And Naomi was one of those things.

"Sometimes I still wonder." Falcon slowly rotated the glass in his hand. "What exactly did Cale Miller see in that girl that made him go this far? He already has a wife, doesn't he?"

Falcon slid one of the envelopes on his desk toward himself. He pulled out its contents: photographs taken from various angles. Several of them showed a long-haired girl who looked awkward standing among an unfamiliar family. But one particular photograph caught Falcon's attention.

Naomi stood between Cale and Lydia. Even though there was a cheerful little girl in the picture as well, the fact remained that they were all in the same frame.

"Looks like a man deeply in love with his wife while keeping another girl in his house. Quite impressive for someone like Cale Miller."

Silas did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked toward the window and gazed out at the city stretching below. The bustling streets of Carrington Bay were visible from where he stood.

"I think you're misunderstanding one thing."

Falcon raised an eyebrow.

"Cale isn't acting like a man who's in love, especially not with Naomi."

Falcon remained silent, considering what Silas was about to say.

"If only Cale comes," Silas leaned back in his chair. A faint smile appeared on his face. "I think some family members will start asking why Naomi isn't there. What happened to the true heir?"

Falcon watched the man in silence.

"And when those questions begin to surface, people will start remembering the contents of Chairman Gavin's will." Silas's smile deepened. "Trust me. Cale Miller won't like where that conversation leads."

A smile slowly formed on Falcon's face.

"If only Naomi comes," Silas adjusted his posture, "wouldn't it be easier for you to get close to her?"

Falcon laughed. "All right. Leave the girl to me."

Silas nodded slowly, but before he could continue, there was a soft knock on the office door.

"Come in," Falcon ordered.

He assumed it was one of his staff members coming in with a report regarding Naomi's movements or Cale Miller's activities.

Unfortunately... it was someone else.

"Am I interrupting?"

Silas looked at Falcon with a slight frown, silently questioning who this man was that could enter the room so casually. He couldn't be just a staff member or an ordinary acquaintance, because Falcon was not someone who formed close relationships easily.

"No," Falcon replied lightly. "What do you need, my dear brother?"