HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462

“Not yet,” Cale cut in coldly. “You haven’t given me the one thing that matters most.”

“What is it?” Noel’s voice trembled.

“Harold’s location.”

Noel froze. His face drained of what little color remained.

“I don’t know,” he said quickly. “I swear. He keeps moving. Even Oscar-

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Cale narrowed his eyes. “Oscar?”

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Noel’s eyes widened. He realized-too late-that he’d said too much.

“You know him?” Cale asked, a sly smile forming. “Of course you do. You know each other.”

“No, Mr. Cale. I don’t know him,” Noel stammered, shrinking back in fear. “I swear, I’m not lying.”

“He’s far more disgusting than Bret,” Chris said as he stepped closer. This time, an iron baseball bat hung loosely in his hand. Several men who had been standing guard outside the room now entered, each carrying different tools.

“I can’t help you anymore if you don’t start talking,” Daven said, gesturing toward the group ready to descend on Noel without mercy. “I hear a doctor’s hands are valuable, aren’t they? I suggest you remember that before lying -or hiding anything else.”

“Please… save me!” Noel pleaded, utterly terrified. The pain he’d suffered earlier evaporated, replaced by a kind of dread he had never imagined possible.

“So… say it clearly. Do you know Oscar?”

Noel finally broke. No-terror swallowed him whole, especially as the large men with dark silhouettes and brutal tools in their hands stepped closer. If they weren’t stopped, he had no idea what would happen to him.

Noel prayed none of them would hit him again.

“I… I know Oscar,” he stammered, his voice cracking between ragged breaths. “He-he was the one who first connected me to Harold. I only followed Harold’s orders. I swear.”

“Are you sure?” Cale chuckled softly, the sound laced with contempt. “Tell me everything, Noel. Before I change my mind.”

“There’s nothing else! I swear! I’m not hiding anything anymore. It’s just Harold’s whereabouts-I don’t know. Truly. I don’t know!”

Cale studied him for a long moment, cold and unreadable, weighing whether the confession had come too late. To Cale, people like Noel didn’t deserve mercy. The world had given them far too much room already.

Then he gave a brief signal with his hand.

Two men immediately hauled Noel to his feet. The doctor could no longer stand straight-his steps were uneven, his face bruised, one arm hanging at an unnatural angle. He winced as he was dragged out of the room, but there were no more screams. Pain had already lost to fear.

“Take him to another location,” Cale said flatly. “Make sure he stays alive. I still need him.”

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Chapter 462

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The trip to where Oscar was being held was short-not because the distance was close, but because none of them wanted to linger or talk too long in that area.

The car sped along the old port road, where rusted containers stood like dead buildings. Streetlights glowed dimly -some flickering, others completely dead. The air felt damp and cold, even with the windows tightly shut. The smell of metal and seawater seeped in uninvited.

Chris leaned his head back against the seat, his jaw clenched tight. His hands were still balled into fists, as if his anger hadn’t yet found the right target.

“Jiangshe,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “He destroyed it just like that.”

Daven glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Bret didn’t destroy it. He took it over. Jiangshe has enormous potential for massive returns.”

“By dirty means,” Chris shot back. “That project was stable, wasn’t it? I read several reports on Jiangshe. The local team was working according to plan—but before that, you’d already secured Callister’s grip on the area. Then he swoops in, blames everyone, and starts cutting heads one by one. As if Callister Group belongs entirely to him.”

Cale stared straight ahead, his expression unchanged. “Is that how Bret always operates? Create chaos, then show up as the savior?”

“No,” Daven replied flatly-perhaps fueled by disappointment and resentment toward someone who should have been reliable, yet chose to pull a stunt like this.

Chris let out a humorless laugh. “Then I’m curious. Why does the board let him do it? They treat him like he holds absolute power. Meanwhile you, Daven-the legitimate CEO—are positioned like a liability.”

Daven didn’t answer right away. His gaze stayed fixed on the dark road ahead. “He’s been waiting for this moment. Business pressure, legal issues, family conflict. Bret is just exploiting the situation.”

“No,” Chris countered sharply. “I think he deliberately created it. And with the backing he has, it only makes him bolder.”

The car slowed as they entered an even quieter area. Concrete buildings stood far apart, some long abandoned. There was no sound except the hum of the engine and the night wind slamming into empty walls.

“If Oscar talks,” Cale said at last, “we’ll know just how deeply Bret and Harold are connected.”

Chris turned to him. “And if he doesn’t?”

Cale met his gaze, brief and certain. “He will.”

The car stopped in front of a low building with no sign. The paint was peeling, the door made of iron, and a single lamp hung above the entrance-glowing dimly, as if it were on the verge of dying.

Daven stepped out first. The moment his feet hit the ground, the cold bit harder. This place was unwelcoming- never meant to be comfortable.

“I’m sick of this,” Chris muttered as he got out. “Sick of people like Bret playing with other people’s lives and still sitting pretty in their chairs.”

Daven glanced at him. “You think I don’t feel the same? Just don’t let it make you careless.”

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