All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cassie sat at her desk, tears streaming down her face. She was trying to compose herself, she stared at the box with Sugar's lifeless body. Just then, the door to her office opened, and Arden walked in. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, "I heard your scream from down the hall, what happened?"Cassie tried to speak, but her voice cracked. She gestured to the box on her desk, and Arden's eyes widened as he opened it."Oh my god," he whispered, his face pale. "I'm so sorry, Cassie."Arden immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Security, we need to investigate a possible crime scene in Cassie's office. Someone delivered a...a deceased animal to her office."He listened for a moment, then said, "I want you to review the CCTV footage and find out who delivered this package. I also want you to increase security measures around the building. I don't want anyone else to get hurt."Arden turned to Cassie, his expression soft. "Let's get out of here. You can't stay in this offic

The detective leaned in close to Cassie. His voice was. "Listen, if we find any more evidence of human rights violations, you'll be the one who has to pay."Cassie's eyes narrowed. "Who are you working for?" she asked.The detective refused to answer, instead repeating his threat. "If someone testifies against you, you'll be in big trouble."Cassie antagonized him, pushing him to reveal more. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," she said. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.The detective's face turned red with anger. "You just wait and see," he spat. "I'm looking forward to a big payday."Cassie smiled sweetly. "So you can be the number one sponsor for your daughter's lacrosse team?" she asked, her eyes glinting with amusement.The detective's face went white with shock. "How did you...?" he stuttered."I'll ask you again," she said, her voice firm. "Who are you working for?"The detective's eyes darted back and forth, fear written all over his face. "It was Trent Silverwood," he whispered

"Who the fuck was that reporter?" Ross brushed a frustrated hand through his hair."I don't know, I don't know!" Trent shouted in response, "I didn't know they'd throw such a curveball. I thought you said you vetted all the reporters present?"Ross scoffed, "Yes, I did. Or I thought I did!"Harris walked closer to Trent. He held the back of his head, "Remember what I told you about the fucking cameras?"Ross' eyebrows creased, "What cameras?""The ones outside Rhetts, Arden is a cunning--"Ross cut him off, "You saw him?" You went to see that bastard, after all he did to us?""Ross, calm down. Let's think about how we can get out of this bullshit unscathed. Call up the investors!"Misty caught herself smiling. Finally, all the attention had moved away from her. "Get dressed. Be ready in ten, we're going to work!" Ross said to Trent. "What do you mean were going to work? Did you see what just happened, and you know Cassie was the one handling things in the office. She didn't hand ove

Trent walked into the casino, the bright lights and sounds of clinking glasses and chatter enveloping him. He made his way to the bar, where the bartender, Sarah, greeted him with a smile."Hey, Trent! The usual?" she asked, already pouring him a whiskey on the rocks.Trent nodded and took a seat at the bar, surveying the room. The casino was a familiar haunt for him, and he knew many of the regulars. The dealers and pit bosses nodded at him as he made his way to the gaming tables.Trent started at the blackjack table, placing a few bets and chatting with the other players. He lost a couple of hands, but then won one, breaking even. He left the table and moved to the roulette table, where he placed a large bet. Unfortunately, he lost that one too.Trent cursed his luck and lost his temper, slamming his fist on the table. The dealer, a calm-looking man with a kind smile, said, "Sorry, Trent. Maybe next time."Trent glared at him, but then seemed to compose himself, taking a deep breath

They made their way to the underground parking spot, Cora joked, "I'm here a lot, I think I need a spot in my name."Arden chuckled and replied, "I'll see that it is done."Cassie raised an eyebrow, looking around the parking garage. "Wait, Cora, your car isn't here. How did you get here?"Cora laughed, twirling her hair with her finger. "Oh, let's just say I have my ways."Warren cleared his throat, interrupting the conversation. "I think we should all head home now, it's getting late."Arden and Cassie walked together. Their hands were brushing against each other as they strolled towards the exit.As they reached the street, Arden turned to Cassie and asked, "Want to grab a ride with me?"Cassie smiled, nodding in agreement. "Sure, I'd love to."Arden opened the door for her. Cassie felt like a princess. Trent never did things like this for her. Warren's phone rang. He answered. Immediately, the look on his face changed. "Ivy, what's wrong?" he asked.Arden turned to Warren. "What'