My Coldhearted Husband'S Regret novel Chapter 200

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As evening approached and the office began to empty, Veronica gathered her belongings and headed for the elevator. The parking garage was dimly lit, her feels clicking against the concrete as she made her way toward her car. She was mentally reviewing tomorrow’s schedule when a familiar voice cut through the quiet space.

His gaze shifted deliberately to Edric, who had been quietly nursing his drink throughout their conversation. “Actually, now that I think about it, didn’t you and Murray seem to hit it off pretty well at the charity gala? You two spent quite a bit of our conversation.” time on the dance floor, and she appeared genuinely engaged in

The remainder of their afternoon passed in productive focus, reviewing contracts and finalizing project timelines. But their peaceful workflow was disrupted when Dario’s assistant knocked on the door with an apologetic expression.

The tension in the air was thick as Owen continued his explanation about the company dynamics. His words carried a careful neutrality that Dario recognized all too well.

Dario had heard enough of the corporate politics for one afternoon. The information was useful, but his patience for office gossip had reached its limit. “I appreciate the update, Owen. Don’t let me keep you from your evening plans any longer. We should grab dinner soon and catch up properly.”

Maverick stepped closer, his expression serious. “We need to have a conversation. A real one.”

Maverick shook his head with stubborn determination. “You don’t understand. I’ve spent weeks analyzing every aspect of this project. The potential returns, the market -positioning, the long–term strategic advantages–this isn’t just another contract. This

could reshape our entire approach to the sector.”

He shrugged with the kind of philosophical acceptance that came from years in competitive business. “There are other projects out there, other opportunities to make money. This isn’t the only game in town.”

Once Owen disappeared down the corridor, Dario turned his attention back to Veronica. The brief interruption had given him a moment to observe her–the way she held herself during business discussions, how her expression remained perfectly

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controlled even when topics touched on sensitive company matters.

Maverick had been making regular pilgrimages to DataPulse’s offices for the better part of a week. Each time, Dario had refused to grant him an audience, leaving Maverick to cool his heels in the lobby like a dismissed supplicant. Today’s attempt to circumvent Dario by approaching Veronica directly had clearly been equally unsuccessful.

Edric carefully placed his glass on the table, his movements deliberate and controlled. When he looked up, his expression was diplomatically neutral but firm.

The memory of her cold dismissal made Maverick’s hands clench into fists as he took

his seat.

Veronica stared at him for a long moment, genuinely amazed by his audacity. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a dangerous quiet that would have warned anyone who knew her well.

“Ready to head back upstairs?” he asked.

The assistant nodded and retreated, but it was clear Maverick had no intention of accepting their refusal gracefully.

The realization that he either couldn’t see his own hypocrisy or was deliberately ignoring it killed any remaining interest she might have had in this conversation.

“Ms. Murray.”

Kolton’s tone took on the persuasive quality of someone presenting what he considered a brilliant solution. “Since she’s clearly not interested in anything Maverick has to say, perhaps you could serve as an intermediary. Smooth over whatever’s causing this friction between them.”

Kolton continued with casual observation, “You know, if you can’t crack Dario and Murray won’t budge either, it might be time to accept that the DataPulse deal is dead in the water.”

“He’s been waiting for over an hour, sir. He seems determined to stay until you agree to see him.”

The implication was crystal clear. Maverick was the one who had allowed his personal feelings for Niall to contaminate their professional negotiations. Maverick was the one

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who had prioritized emotional attachments over business logic. Yet somehow, in his twisted perspective, she was the unreasonable party abusing her position.

Without another word, she turned her back on him and slid into her car. The engine purred to life, and she drove away without a backward glance, leaving Maverick standing alone in the garage with his frustration and wounded pride.

Dario didn’t even look up from his documents. “Tell him we’re unavailable.”

Kolton exchanged a meaningful glance with Edric before leaning forward with renewed interest. “Well, if you’re that committed to making this work, maybe it’s time to explore alternative strategies.”

She turned slowly, her face immediately shifting into professional detachment. Maverick stood several feet away, his posture rigid with barely contained frustration. “Look, I’m trying to be reasonable here,” he said, his voice taking on an edge. “I’m asking you to set aside whatever personal issues you have and focus on what’s actually important. Don’t let your emotions sabotage what could be a mutually beneficial partnership. Your company’s success shouldn’t be sacrificed for petty grievances.”

After a brief exchange, he stalked to his own vehicle and drove off into the night, his mood fouler than when the day had started.

Maverick’s expression darkened as her taillights disappeared around the corner. His phone buzzed against his chest, and he answered it with barely controlled anger. “I’m afraid you’re overestimating both my influence and the nature of my relationship with Ms. Murray,” he said quietly. “We had a pleasant conversation at a social event. That hardly gives me the standing to insert myself into her business decisions or personal conflicts.”

Even setting aside Doran’s pressure and expectations, Maverick had become genuinely invested in the DataPulse partnership. The more he studied their operations and goals, the more convinced he became that walking away would be a catastrophic mistake.

“Absolutely,” Owen replied with genuine warmth. “I’d like that.”

“Mr. Harris,” she replied coolly. “What exactly do you want?”

“What?” he snapped into the device.

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