HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572

Daven’s private office on the VIP floor of Callister Group finally fell quiet after a long day of back-to-back meetings.

The documents were neatly arranged across his desk. The latest audit report has been signed. One by one, the strategic decisions that had been delayed were finally resolved. Several times throughout the day, Arsen had stepped in to point out which items needed Daven’s attention first.

“Is that everything?” Daven asked, without lifting his eyes from the final report Arsen had handed him.

“I believe so. We’re only waiting for the financial team’s calculations. Mr. James said the report will be ready tomorrow morning. I’ve already scheduled follow-up meetings for the finance and marketing divisions.”

Daven nodded in understanding. After signing the last page, he leaned back and let out a long breath. For the first time since morning, he was able to inhale slowly-and exhale without urgency.

On the sofa near the window, Chris sat in a relaxed posture, one arm draped along the backrest. He hadn’t been heavily involved in Callister’s operations today. Meanwhile, his father, Nathan Miller, stood near the desk, checking messages on his phone. Richard had just entered and quietly closed the door behind him.

The atmosphere in the room felt different from usual. There was no visible tension. No one moved in haste or impatience. It felt as if everyone was waiting for something to reach its conclusion.

The large television mounted on the wall displayed a live news broadcast from outside the city. Most of the coverage focused on Selena and Noel Abraham’s surrender. Public reactions from across SunCity filled the screen,

along with repeated questions about how the Miller family would respond to the situation.

“What will you do, Mr. Miller?” Daven asked, pushing his chair back and walking over to Nathan, who had just finished with his phone.

“In what regard?” Nathan asked, slightly puzzled.

“A public clarification. Almost everyone knows that Selena claimed your family invited her in-that she was accepted as part of the Millers.”

Nathan hadn’t answered yet when the door opened.

“That’s my responsibility,” Cale said, stepping in without waiting.

“I’ll make her pay for everything she said—including that arrogant claim that my brother abandoned her without any responsibility.”

He clicked his tongue in irritation.

Cale walked straight into Daven’s office. The fatigue in his posture was obvious, but there was unmistakable

satisfaction on his face.

“Good,” Daven said with relief. “I don’t want any damaging rumors affecting the Miller family. If anyone keeps stirring things up, Richard should push them until they’re forced to make a public admission.”

“Of course, Mr. Daven,” Richard replied eagerly. “I’ve already assigned a special team to handle it.”

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Chapter 572

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“You’d better watch this,” Cale said, a broad smile spreading across his face. “You’re going to like it.”

He picked up the remote and switched the channel. On the screen, a reporter stood behind a police line, the background showing a forested area on the outskirts of SunCity.

“Viewers, we return with the latest update on the arrest of former SunCity mayor, Harold Grant…”

Daven, who had been only half-interested in the news, now focused fully on the screen. Cale turned up the volume so everyone in the room could hear clearly.

The footage shifted. Harold appeared between two officers. His face was bruised and swollen. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled. His hands were cuffed in front of him.

The aura of power that had once defined him was gone. What remained was a man who looked exhausted, defeated-and no longer in control. Several cameras zoomed in, bringing Harold’s face into sharper focus. The bruises, the swelling, the split at the corner of his mouth, every mark was painfully visible.

The reporter continued,

“Police have also detained several individuals believed to be part of Harold Grant’s network. In a brief conference, some of them have already expressed their willingness to cooperate with investigators.”

The footage shifted again.

One by one, the men who had once worked for Harold appeared on the screen.

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They looked no better than he did—bruised, injured, their bodies bearing the signs of struggle. Some kept their heads lowered. Others spoke in low but steady voices.

We received direct orders from Mr. Harold,” one of the detained men admitted.

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