HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529

Several hours earlier, when Althea was rushed to the hospital, the situation outside had already begun moving- fast and without pause. There was no time left for the hunted to even catch their breath.

For the hunters, the chaos they had sown was more than enough.

The quiet life the Miller and Callister families had been holding onto was now being gambled away-turned into entertainment for those who had carefully planted unrest, layer by layer, so neatly that it was almost impossible to detect.

At a large house on the outskirts of JiangShe, Bret Frederick had just slipped out through a side door, a black suitcase in hand.

Everything had been planned. The news that was supposed to bring Daven Callister down would clear the path for Bret to step into the CEO’s position without resistance.

But instead, the situation had turned-striking back at the very people who had tried to destroy Daven.

“No. I can’t just sit here,” he muttered, his steps quick and restless. “I’m sure some people will try to block me, but they don’t know where I am.” A crooked smile spread across his face. “You won’t be able to put me behind bars, Daven. Just enjoy watching your company collapse.”

Despite the tension in his expression, that confidence kept him from panicking. If he could get out of the city, he believed everything could still be controlled.

He hurried forward, barely taking the time to close the door behind him properly.

But the moment he stepped down the first three stairs-Floodlights snapped on all at once.

“Bret Frederick! You are under arrest for financial manipulation and criminal conspiracy!”

Police officers moved swiftly, surrounding him from every direction.

“What is this? You don’t have the right!” Bret tried to step back, but two officers had already seized his arms.

“We have a valid warrant,” one of them said firmly.

The suitcase slipped from Bret’s hand and hit the ground. The impact caused keys and documents inside to spill out, making it painfully obvious that he had been preparing to flee.

“NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” he shouted, struggling violently.

But the officers quickly restrained him, forcing him into compliance.

“You can present your defense in court. Please come with us without resistance.”

Bret clicked his tongue in fury, but there was nothing he could do except follow the officers’ orders.

“Damn it! You won’t stay free for long, Daven!”

Meanwhile, at another location, Harold was also trying to leave a building that was only sparsely occupied. He was moving through an emergency exit.

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Just hours earlier, he had been sitting comfortably in his office, watching the television broadcast the mounting pressure on Daven. Reporters had attacked relentlessly. The prosecutor’s office had steered public opinion. The name Callister had been repeated again and again-each time laced with accusation.

A satisfied smile had briefly appeared on Harold’s face.

“Good,” he murmured under his breath. “The more pressure he’s under, the harder it will be for him to stand back up.”

He had been completely confident. In a situation like that, no one could easily defend themselves. Public opinion had already formed. The media was spreading the narrative relentlessly. The legal process would be long, exhausting, and merciless.

For Harold, that alone was enough to destroy Daven.

But that confidence didn’t last long.

The moment Chris and Daven’s assistant entered the room, everything began to shift. Then came Noah. Oscar. And Ronald-who had apparently been secured and revealed at a critical moment like this.

Reports started coming in almost simultaneously. Bret was unreachable. One of his media contacts had suddenly stopped responding. Then came another update-new evidence submitted by Callister’s legal team.

The smile slowly faded from Harold’s face.

He forced himself to stay calm. As long as his

was still behind the scenes. No one could link he wasn’t mentioned, everything could still be controlled. He

this directly to him.

But when news of Bret’s arrest appeared on his phone screen, his heart began to pound.

“Idiot,” he hissed. If Bret started talking, everythin

could unravel.

A few minutes later, another message came in. One of the journalists who had been working with him had also been taken in for questioning. And their key contact was now confirmed to be dragged into a case that Harold

had been certain he would win.

That was when his composure finally cracked.

His name hadn’t appeared in the news yet. No media outlet had mentioned him directly. But he knew how situations like this unfolded. When one person fell, the rest would follow.

It was only a matter of time.

And he had already experienced what it was like to sit behind bars.

He had no intention of going back.

Without wasting another second, Harold pulled a small bag from his desk drawer. Several important documents and a stack of cash had been prepared in advance. He turned his phone off briefly, then powered it back on using a different number.

He didn’t inform anyone.

Moving quickly, he left his office and chose a rarely used route. The elevators were too risky. Instead, he headed

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