HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 206

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 206**

Suddenly, a flurry of small red dots began to flicker across the uniforms of his guards—laser sights, each one precisely aimed at their chests, their foreheads. One by one, the men became statues, their bodies rigid as the realization washed over them: they were marked, ensnared under the weight of unseen crosshairs.

“Well, that certainly clears things up,” Arsen chuckled, a hint of mockery lacing his voice. “You might want to reconsider your grip on me, my friend.” With a sudden surge of strength, he wrenched himself free from the hold that had confined him. “You see it now, don’t you? One wrong move, and those shots won’t just take out a hand. They’ll strike exactly where those little red dots are aimed.”

Harold’s jaw tightened, his face reddening with a fury that barely concealed the fear lurking in his eyes. “You… you orchestrated this?” he stammered, disbelief mingling with anger.

Daven advanced deliberately, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling sharpness, reminiscent of a blade catching the light. “I didn’t orchestrate anything,” he replied, his tone calm yet edged with an intensity that made the air around them crackle. “Help comes to me because I approach business with integrity, not malice.”

Now, Daven stood directly in front of Harold, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. His presence loomed large, intimidating, and his voice dripped with disdain. “I merely wanted to test your limits. Turns out, they’re quite shallow. Remember this, Harold—you may wear a title, but never think you can manipulate me with these pathetic tricks.”

Harold had no retort. A bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple, a testament to his rising panic.

With a swift motion, Daven snatched the folder of documents that Harold had thrust at him and tossed it back against the man’s chest with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “I have no use for your garbage. You’re not a partner; you’re merely an extortionist masquerading as an official.”

“Don’t get too cocky, Callister. I won’t be taken down that easily,” Harold spat back, his voice laced with an undercurrent of menace.

Daven’s lips curled into a chilling smile, his gaze unyielding. “This is merely the beginning. Mark my words, Harold—I never forget those who attempt to play me for a fool.”

“Mr. Harold!” A desperate voice pierced the tension from behind. “We’ve prepared an escape route for you!”

Seizing the opportunity, Harold pivoted on his heel, adrenaline surging through him as he prepared to flee. “Don’t let anyone follow me!” he barked at the six men who had been encircling Daven.

“You wish,” Arsen growled, his fist connecting squarely with Harold’s jaw. The force sent Harold staggering back, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. In an instant, Harold’s guards surged forward, positioning themselves protectively between their boss and the incoming blow.

Chaos erupted as Andy joined the fray, and the corridor transformed into a battleground. Fists flew in every direction, bodies collided with a sickening thud, and the cacophony of combat reverberated through the hall like thunder.

“Get Harold!” a voice roared behind Daven, just moments before uniformed officers stormed the building. They surged forward, but Harold’s men met them head-on, creating a barricade of muscle and aggression.

The night air shattered with the crack of gunfire and the urgent shouts of commands. Police orders blared through megaphones, their voices mingling with the sharp reports of warning shots. Searchlights sliced through the darkness, illuminating the surrounding pine forest and the building where Daven stood, a lone figure amidst the turmoil.

“Drop your weapons!” one officer commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Not everyone complied. Some of Harold’s men retaliated with ferocity, charging at the police with reckless abandon. Chairs toppled, glass shattered, and the air was thick with screams that intertwined with the relentless clash of bodies.

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