His Biggest Regret Was Me
The modern minimalist mansion stood atop the exclusive hills of City-B, only one kilometer away from Elena's private residence. From the dark second-floor balcony, Charlie stood holding a glass of whiskey he had not taken a single sip from. His gaze remained fixed on one place—a warmly lit house below, where Elena and Leo lived.
In just twenty-four hours, Ray had managed to purchase the property for three times its market value. To Charlie, money was no longer an issue. Losing every cent of his fortune would never be as terrifying as losing the chance to catch even a glimpse of Elena.