HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 145

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 145**

“And I trust you can draw your own conclusions from the explanation we’ve just provided, can’t you?” Chris inquired, his tone noticeably more serious. The playful glint that usually danced in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a steely focus. When it came to matters of work—especially those entangled with Harold—Chris transformed into a man of unwavering resolve.

“This project holds significant value,” Chase interjected, his voice calm and measured as he slid a hefty folder across the polished surface of the table. “At the time, we encountered some hurdles with additional funding and faced several internal complications. Ultimately, we made the decision to halt operations.”

The contents of the folder revealed a comprehensive evaluation of the project’s developmental potential—evidence that if the initiative were to be revitalized, it could yield substantial profits. With the market’s value steadily climbing, it became increasingly evident that resuming work would position Daven’s side for considerable financial gain.

“The Callister Group would only need to complete… perhaps around forty percent of the remaining construction,” Chase continued, his tone slightly more optimistic. “I can’t provide exact figures—everything would need a thorough recalibration—but that’s our best estimate.”

“Understood… I’m beginning to see the bigger picture,” Daven replied, his gaze shifting to the folder Chris had presented. A quick skim through the pages was sufficient for him to grasp the essentials. “And I appreciate the additional clarity, Mr. Chase.” His eyes narrowed as he glanced between the two brothers. “So… if I proceed with this investment, you have no objections?”

“None whatsoever,” Chris answered with a casual wave of his hand. “We’re sharing this information because you seem… genuinely interested. Am I mistaken?”

“You are not mistaken. As Mr. Chase pointed out, the profit margin is indeed quite… impressive.” Daven straightened in his chair, a flicker of determination igniting within him. Yet, a nagging feeling lingered at the back of his mind—something felt amiss. Why don’t you tell me what’s truly happening behind the scenes? My instincts are whispering that this situation is neither as straightforward nor as appealing as it appears.

Chris’s gaze flicked toward Chase, who remained perfectly composed, his elbows resting casually on the table, fingers steepled beneath his chin. There was a sharp, almost amused glint in his eyes as he regarded Daven, as if he were savoring a game of chess rather than a business negotiation.

“Your instincts are quite astute,” Chase finally acknowledged, his tone laced with a hint of approval.

“That’s because TnC Group possesses more than enough cash flow to resume this project. As a businessman, I would be less than honest if I claimed that my focus wasn’t primarily on the financial aspect.”

Chase chuckled softly, the sound low and rich. “You’re absolutely correct.”

“So… can we speak candidly?” Daven pressed, leaning forward slightly. “I assure you, I harbor no ill intentions. If you lay everything out plainly—without any omissions—I can guarantee that the Callister Group will support TnC Group’s endeavors in multiple areas.”

Daven blinked, momentarily taken aback. He was not alone in his shock; Chris shared the same stunned expression.

“Consider them strangers in your life,” Chase continued, his voice now imbued with a quiet but firm authority. “Even though I am aware of what you and Althea once shared.”

Daven swallowed hard, the weight of Chase’s words settling heavily in the air.

“Can you agree to that?” Chase leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering, as if daring Daven to defy him. “If you can, I can assure you that your investment in this project will not be a mistake. You will earn far more than what’s outlined in that folder.”

Their eyes locked in a tense standoff, both men calculating their next moves in the silence that enveloped them.

“Would that pose a problem for you, Mr. Daven?”