HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 915

Several hours earlier...

The old house hidden deep within the forest was still shrouded in silence. From the outside, the building appeared deserted, like a house that had long been abandoned. There was no sound of vehicles, no noticeable activity, only the wind rustling the pine trees surrounding it.

Inside the study on the ground floor, Falcon stood facing the window, enjoying a cup of black coffee that was still sending up thin wisps of steam. His gaze rested on the vast forest in the distance, as though he were waiting for something.

A moment later, there were two knocks at the door.

"Come in."

A man in a black suit immediately stepped inside before stopping a few paces from Falcon's desk.

"Sir."

Falcon didn't turn around. "What is it?"

"The Miller men have made their move."

The corners of Falcon's lips slowly lifted. "Just as I expected."

"They're heading to the house in Riverside."

This time, Falcon genuinely smiled. He set his coffee cup down on the desk with an unhurried motion. "Good."

He finally turned to face his subordinate. "That means Brandon really took the bait."

The man hesitated slightly. "In that case... should we move the woman immediately?"

Falcon slowly shook his head. "Not yet." He glanced at the watch on his left wrist. "Let Chris Miller keep himself occupied first."

His gaze grew sharper. "He'll waste his time searching that house." Falcon gave a faint smile. "And by the time it's all over... they'll start questioning each other's decisions."

His voice remained calm.

"By the time he realizes everything," he paused briefly before smiling again, "we'll be far away from that place."

Silence settled over the room once more.

Falcon reached for the phone on his desk. His fingers dialed a number he knew by heart. The call was answered after only two rings.

"Prepare the mansion east of Berlin."

A deep voice on the other end replied briefly. "Yes, sir."

"I'll arrive tonight," Falcon said.

"We'll have everything ready."

"Make sure the private airstrip is ready. I don't want anyone knowing I've arrived."

"Understood."

Falcon ended the call without a word of farewell. The conversation had lasted less than thirty seconds. As far as he was concerned, that was more than enough.

He had no idea that the reflected signal from that brief call was being picked up by Brandon elsewhere.

Falcon slipped his phone back into the pocket of his suit jacket. "Get the vehicle ready."

His subordinate nodded.

"This house has to be clean before they arrive."

"We've already started removing all traces," the guard replied.

Only then did Naomi slowly turn toward him.

Her movement was calm, almost emotionless. There was no fear, no panic. Nor was there the slightest attempt to appease the man now standing before her. There was only a pair of eyes fixed on Falcon with a calmness that was difficult to explain.

That look caused Falcon's smile to slowly fade.

"If you have to keep convincing yourself," Naomi said.

Falcon looked at her.

"Then you're the one who's not truly convinced they won't find you."

Her words were quiet, yet they were enough to make Falcon's jaw tighten instantly. Naomi neither raised her voice nor threatened him. But it was precisely because of her composure that her words seemed to strip bare the unease Falcon had been trying so hard to conceal.

Several seconds passed in silence. Neither of them broke eye contact, neither willing to yield first. At last, a knock at the door shattered the increasingly suffocating silence.

"Sir."

Falcon shifted his gaze away from Naomi. He drew a short breath, as though forcing himself to regain his composure before replying.

"Come in."

A guard appeared in the doorway. "All the vehicles are ready."

Falcon gave a brief nod. "Move her."

Two men immediately walked toward Naomi.

But the moment one of the guards reached for her arm, Naomi suddenly threw her body forward with all her strength. Her shoulder slammed into the man's chest, sending him stumbling back several steps. Without giving anyone a chance to react, Naomi spun around and drove her knee into the leg of the other man who tried to block her.