On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 269

Rebecca didn’t argue. “Alright, I’m heading out. I’m trying to nail down a release date for our series with the platform, but the exec keeps dodging my calls. I’m not leaving until I get an answer today.”

Anthony glanced at Rebecca.

She cleared her throat, grabbing her bag. “Of course, if someone influential were to put in a good word, that would be fantastic.” With a final wave at Jessica, she said, “I’m gone.”

Jessica smiled and nodded, watching her friend leave.

Anthony sat down on the edge of the bed. “Have you eaten?”

Jessica shook her head. “Not yet. I just woke up, then Gabriel came by and said some strange things before leaving. And then you showed up. Did you run into him?”

Anthony shook his head and took out his phone, typing a quick message. A few moments later, breakfast was delivered to the room.

“Thank you, George,” Jessica said sincerely. “You saved me again. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

It seemed that whenever she was in danger, George always arrived at the perfect moment. She sometimes wondered if he was a guardian angel sent by her mother. But no, he was just George. He was himself.

Jessica set up the bedside table and began to eat. “Have you eaten?”

He nodded.

“What was your business trip for?” she asked between bites.

“Years ago, our company was hit with sanctions and price gouging on essential microchips from foreign suppliers,” he explained. “We were in a difficult position. For the last few years, I… my boss, Mr. George, has been leading a team day and night to develop our own chips. We finally succeeded. They’re high-quality and affordable. Many countries are now eager to partner with us, but the world’s largest chip manufacturer is still clinging to the fantasy of a global monopoly. With their clients leaving for us, they’ve retaliated against our overseas offices. Mr. George went to handle the situation.”

Jessica understood. “I remember hearing about the chip shortages a few years ago.”

“In-house development is the only way to truly advance,” he said. “It’s a terrible feeling to have someone else’s hand around your throat.”

Lance nodded respectfully. “Arthur, I’ve come today on a matter of great importance.”

“Speak.”

“Arthur,” Lance began, “Anthony George is pursuing my wife.”

Arthur’s brow furrowed in displeasure. “Continue.”

“My wife and I are not yet divorced, yet Mr. George has already moved into our home and is living with her. To put it bluntly, isn't that interfering with a marriage?”

Arthur remained silent.

“Arthur, I know you run your household with integrity,” Lance pressed on. “Perhaps Anthony is just seeking a momentary thrill, or perhaps he’s had a lapse in judgment. But if this gets out, it will damage the George family’s reputation, not to mention his own.”