Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 191

The image on the screen was from Seren's Instagram.

It was a photo of a man—muscular, fit, and radiating strength.

Beneath the photo, she'd written: "My heart will always skip a beat for dear Mr. Crestwell."

Was this… a public display of affection?

A pang of jealousy twisted in his chest, followed closely by a wave of irritation.

It wasn't just women who liked to compare themselves to others; men were the same.

What bothered Sheridan most was this:

In the three years Seren had lived at The Golden Age, not once had she posted anything about him.

She'd never said anything remotely sentimental or romantic.

He'd always assumed Seren was reserved, calm, too composed to ever do something so… girlish.

Yet now, for another man, she was doing exactly that.

She'd only been with this guy for a short while, but it was as if she'd become someone else entirely.

Sheridan was too consumed by indignation to realize what was really happening.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

How was he any less than that man?

Why would Seren choose him—Lennon—over Sheridan?

He had the pedigree, the looks—he couldn't see a single area where he fell short.

Frustrated and with nowhere to vent, Sheridan fired off a message to his assistant.

[Is there anything about me that's lacking compared to that guy?]

Sheridan's self-esteem was riding high these days.

Three years ago, when he'd been paralyzed from the waist down, he wouldn't have dared compare himself to anyone.

But now, with his legs fully recovered, his confidence had returned. Even if he couldn't completely outshine Lennon, he certainly wasn't far behind.

His assistant had followed Seren's Instagram for years—ever since those frequent work reports at The Golden Age, which naturally involved some interaction with her.

When the assistant saw Seren's latest post, he actually felt glad for her—someone as wonderful as Seren deserved a good man.

He'd sent the screenshot to Sheridan, hoping Sheridan would finally give up and stop making life difficult for his poor, beleaguered assistant.

He hadn't expected Sheridan's reply to be that question.

The screenshot showed Lennon's credentials.

Self-made. CEO of NE Group, a powerhouse in Seaside City and even well-known in Veridia.

Heir to the Crestwell family, a dynasty that had been prominent for generations.

In every respect—background, achievements—he outshone Sheridan by a mile.

Sheridan's first reaction was a stab of inadequacy. He knew he couldn't measure up to Lennon.

The Powers family didn't have the Crestwells' influence, and his own company, Starlight, was nowhere near NE's international reputation.

Still, Sheridan refused to accept defeat.

So Lennon had a slightly better start in life—so what?

NE Group's success probably had more to do with his father's backing than Lennon's own ability. In the end, wasn't he just another rich kid riding on his family's coattails?

Was he really that much better?

Sheridan sent another message to his assistant.

[Got it. I want you to find me a private investigator in Seaside City. Have them dig up this guy's home address.]

He couldn't get to Seren directly, so he'd go after Lennon instead.