HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694

And then he saw the tattoo.

The tattoo that sparked his curiosity.

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Very little information could be found about it, until eventually he realized it was no ordinary mark.

That tattoo spoke of a terrifying background, so why was Naomi’s condition the complete opposite? Why did someone tied to something so dangerous look so broken and defenseless?

Because of that, Falcon kept Naomi by his side through various means.

One of them was making the amount of her debt grow larger and larger for no clear reason.

It took two years before Falcon finally learned the tattoo’s full meaning.

“Do we remain focused on Naomi, sir?”

“Naomi is now part of a much larger puzzle.”

The car turned onto an uphill road leading into an elite district. Towers rose high like guardians watching over the city. Hong Kong had always known how to display power.

Falcon closed the tablet and said casually, “Rent the best penthouse available. I want an ocean view.”

“It has already been prepared specifically for you, Mr. Falcon.”

“Good. And start buying information. Drivers, kitchen staff, gate guards, anyone. Every grand house has leaks. And make sure no one knows I’m digging deeper into the Miller family.”

“Understood, sir.”

No one spoke after that.

Then Falcon’s assistant, after weighing whether he should ask at all, finally spoke again.

“Do you intend to meet… Mr. Brandon, sir?”

Falcon chuckled. “Of course. I should pass along my father’s regards to him, shouldn’t I?”

On the other side of the city, Brandon had just finished a late-night meeting when his assistant rushed inside.

“Mr. Brandon.”

“I hate that tone of voice. It usually means trouble.” He loosened his tie and leaned back comfortably in his executive chair.

“Don Falcon has arrived in Hong Kong.”

Brandon slowly set down his pen. “Earlier than I expected.”

“He used a private route and brought several of his core men.” The assistant now stood directly in front of him. “And we’ve just received information that Mr. Don Falcon is being aided by people from the lower circles. They’re all aligned against you, sir.”

“Of course they are.” Brandon smirked faintly. “What else could he do except dive into the underworld? If he had arrived carrying flowers, that’s when I’d be worried.”

His assistant hesitated for a moment. “There’s one more thing.”

“Say it.”

“He’s already started looking into the Miller family.”

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Brandon’s expression turned cold.

He rose and walked to the office window overlooking the harbor.

“Foolish man.”

“Sir?”

“Men like Falcon always mistake curiosity for strength.” He took out his phone and dialed a number he almost never called. Perhaps never.

The line connected a few seconds later.

“I’m busy,” Falcon’s voice said lazily.

“What a pity. A busy man who somehow picked up my call immediately.” Brandon spoke while watching the city lights below. ” You’re here already?”

“Were you waiting for me?” Falcon laughed on the other end. “If so, give me the finest welcome, my beloved little brother.”

“I’m welcoming the destruction you’re about to cause.”

Falcon’s laughter did not fade. “Relax. I’ve only just begun enjoying this city.”

“Then listen carefully.” Brandon’s tone changed. No longer casual, but edged with warning. “Do not touch that house.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Falcon asked lightly, “Which house?”

“Don’t make me spell it out,” Brandon snapped.

“I like it when you worry.”

“I’m not worried for you.”

“Oh, dear brother. Even if you aren’t worried, that warning alone is enough to show that the same blood runs through both of

us.”

Brandon’s tone dropped another degree, cold and precise. “You may be able to pressure politicians, buy the police, or intimidate people in Berlin. But Hong Kong is not the place for you to flaunt your bad habits.”

Falcon stood on the balcony of the penthouse he had only just arrived at, gazing into the night skyline. A glass of whiskey was already waiting on the table beside him.

“And what if I still feel like playing?”

“If you’re smart, you’ll go home.”

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