LOGINHi my lovely readers,Sorry for the late update. There won't be a new chapter for "His Regret" today. I'll be back tomorrow to continue Lydia and Cale's story.Don't miss out!Thank you, Canis
“We don’t care,” he replied lightly, devoid of emotion. “Mr. Falcon wants to see you.”It didn’t sound like a request.It was an order—one that was expected to be obeyed.Naomi shook her head quickly. “I told you, I’ll come later.” There was a slight emphasis on later, as if it was the last boundary
Naomi quickly shook her head. “No, it’s not that.” She lowered her gaze briefly before continuing, her voice softer. “But I have to head to my other job soon.”“I’ll drive you,” Lydia cut in, almost too quickly leaving little room for refusal.Naomi looked up, startled. “That’s not necessary. I usua
“Didn’t you get enough of the Pergamon Museum yesterday?” Andrew asked lightly, his tone easy and cheerful.He didn’t mind taking her anywhere she wanted to go. After all, they only had two days left before returning home. And as a good guide, he intended to make the most of it—whatever Lydia needed
Liu lifted his head, studying him. “Do you suspect they met?”“It could be a coincidence,” Cale answered shortly, though the uncertainty in his voice lingered beneath the surface.He didn’t like making assumptions.But he didn’t ignore possibilities either.“Check it,” he ordered.Liu nodded without
“I’ll come pick you up once I’m done,” Cale said as he unfastened his seatbelt, already moving to open the door for Lydia. Behind their car, Andrew followed closely, ever watchful.Today, Andrew was once again assigned to accompany Lydia around Berlin. In just two more days, their honeymoon would co
“Yes.”Daven fell silent for a moment, then said softly, “I want to come with you. It’s been a long time since I last visited Chase.”Althea shook her head gently. “Not this time.”“Althea—”“Your work matters more right now. There are too many things you need to handle with your people, aren’t ther
“Take care of him. Let me know when he regains consciousness,” Cale said calmly.Oscar lay unconscious on the floor; dried blood crusted at the corner of his mouth. The baseball bat had been returned to the corner of the room, as if it had never been used. And Cale—standing tall, adjusting the cuff
“Have a good rest, Mr. Daven. I’ll head home now. Good night,” Arsen said as Daven stepped out of the car.Daven only nodded. He almost complained that Arsen’s worry had been unnecessary—but during the drive, he had managed to relax.The gates opened as Daven entered the main grounds. Two members of
“Yes. And hiring them requires enormous funds. Extremely large.” Erick exhaled. “The problem is, we can’t trace the money flow. It’s too clean—completely untraceable once it breaks off at several points.”Cale closed his eyes. In his mind, the pieces began to align—not into an answer, but into somet







