Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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Timothy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his movements crisp and sharp.

"What did you just say?"

"My little sister has a pink birthmark on her chest. It's kind of private my family's never talked about it outside.

But | want to use your data analysis to help find her, so I'm telling you now. It's heart-shaped."

Timothy's dark eyes grew even more inscrutable, shadows flickering in their depths.

He felt his heart pounding, more forcefully than usual.

His voice trembled ever so slightly. "Left side or right?"

"Upper left. My mother says it's about the size of a pinky finger. No idea if it'll grow

as she does. If your data turns up anyone with a heart-shaped pink birthmark in

that spot, pull their files for me. I'll send someone to check it out."

Timothy's long, elegant fingers curled into a fist.

A faint ringing sounded in his ears; he barely registered the rest of Vince's words.

Could it be Jessica?

Timothy's lips set in a tight, cold line.

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He didn't speak for a long while.

"Timothy, are you listening?"

"lam."

Vince's tone softened. "About that community power project-look, it wasn't personal. You know how it is: if you'd

taken the contract, it would've put a dent in the Zimmerman Group's renewable energy business. | had no

choice. I'm sorry. My mom doesn't have much tleft, and she misses her daughter. As her son, | just want to

fulfill her last wish. Maybe we can use this as a chance to bury the hatchet, too."

"I'm not holding it against you. It's just business—a little lost profit, nothing more."

They'd grown up together, their families’ businesses and social ties tangled up in ways outsiders could never

understand. With things moving so fast, it was hard not to be a little on edge.

But if he never stood his ground, what was to stop everyone else from trying the sthing? How could anyone

do business that way?

"Alright. Thanks. Just... keep an eye out for my sister, will you?"

"1 will."

"Alright, I'll let you go. You're still recovering-don't stay up late. Get srest."

When the call ended, Timothy reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and lit another.

Pale smoke drifted from his lips and nose, curling slowly into the air.

Maybe he was just overthinking it.

If the Zimmerman family's youngest hadn't disappeared, she'd be twenty-six this year.

Jessica was twenty-seven.

As for the birthmark-two people with identical ones wasn't that rare.

He and Thurston both had the sfaint blue circular birthmark on their arms.

tic coincidences like that didn't happen in real life.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

A year's difference in age-he clung to that detail.

The heaviness in his chest seemed to ease a little.

The next morning, Timothy opened his bedroom door and found Jessica leaning against the guest room doorway.

"Something you need?"

Jessica held out her hand, rubbing her index and ring fingers together a silent demand for the money he owed

her.

So persistent.

Was he, Timothy Lawson, head of Lawson Industries, really about to let her chase him for cash?

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He gave her a look, then walked past, heading out to his car. When he returned,

he was carrying a briefcase containing thirty million dollars.

Jessica reached for it, unhurried.

Timothy's eyes narrowed, cold and unreadable.

Jessica's expression remained calm, her delicate features showing not a hint of a smile.

For sreason, that only made his irritation simmer.

Clearly, she knew exactly how to get under his skin.

Ever since the family day, she'd been a different person.

First, she moved out.

Then Herbert started pursuing her.

Next cthe divorce.

Then she revealed herself as Ines's star pupil.

And now, she'd managed to squeeze thirty million out of Vince by selling her paper-cutting art.

With Timothy, she was always keeping her distance-half in, half out.

Even Henry, who had always doted on her, was suddenly lukewarm.

She'd said she was tired of it all.

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