Ex-husband’s Regret

"Get back her god damn it!"

After shouting those words, Christine was scared that there would be more reporters, so she quickly shut the door.

Remembering her assistant's words, she fished her phone out from the mess. The top trending topic had already changed to "Yasmin Denies Christine's Background." Christine lost all her strength and stumbled. At that moment, she couldn't think of anything else and instinctively dialed Jack's number...

The call went unanswered until a cold, mechanical voice came on.

Christine persisted, calling again and again. But each time, it was unanswered and automatically disconnected.

"Ah!" Christine broke down, screaming in frustration. In her panic and anger, she threw her phone against the wall, and the screen shattered into pieces.

This time, it wasn't that Jack wasn't answering. He simply didn't have the chance, even though the phone was right in front of him.

Frank lounged casually on the central sofa, his legs crossed, as if he were in his own home.

Jack had to sit on a single sofa beside him,

But Jack wasn't anxious. He just sipped his tea slowly,

After so much careful planning, he held the most crucial bargaining chip.

There was no reason for him to be worried.

Charlotte was something he was determined to obtain

Frank wasn't in a hurry. He poured himself a cup of tea from the pot he had brought.

He restrained himself from the impulse to throw the scalding tea in Jack's face and instead clinked his cup with Jack's.

Neither of them spoke, but the tension between them was palpable.

"Frank."

Alan walked over and whispered in Frank's ear.

He had brought people and searched every possible hiding place, leaving no corner unchecked. They even used equipment to search but still hadn't found the antidote.

When they arrived at Jack's place, they had already searched everywhere he had been, including the company, and every possible place.

There's nothing."

A cold look crossed Frank's eyes.

He set down his tea cup. Though he didn't use much force, Alan saw the cup crack.

Frank had never been known for his patience, especially when dealing with people who displeased him and had desires for his wife.

He casually picked up a baseball bat and weighed it in his hand, then slowly rose from the sofa.

Jack didn't flinch and looked at him calmly. "You can kill me if you have what it takes. But you'll never find the antidote."

"I might as well tell you that, although it seems you've delayed the poison with acupuncture, you haven't actually suppressed it. By now, it's probably fully integrated into the bloodstream. If things go quickly, it will manifest within two days, and it will be extremely painful. Frank, don't be so confident as if everything is under your control. You don't even know where the poison came from, so how could you possibly develop an antidote?"

With each of Jack's words, Frank's grip on the baseball bat tightened. The veins on the back of his hand throbbed violently with anger.

Suddenly, he smirked, his voice was as cold as ice. "So, what makes you think you will win?"Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He abruptly raised his hand. When the baseball bat came down, it didn't seem forceful but made a slicing sound through the air.

By the time Jack tried to dodge, it was too late.

Although Frank didn't hit a fatal area, the blow left Jack in excruciating pain. Bang!

The baseball bat shattered in Frank's hand.

Splinters stabbed into the flesh in Frank's hand and blood began oozing out.

Frank didn't even frown, casually shaking his hand.

He stood up straight and looked down at Jack, who was curled up on the ground. It was as if he was looking at a struggling bug.

"The antidote is the only thing that you can threaten Charlotte with. It's obvious that you're going to keep it in the safest place."