HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 929

Silas's last words made the atmosphere around them even more tense. Everyone prepared to fight back. Even Silas's men, who had been driven back by the team Vincent had brought, began moving closer, ready to engage once again.

Silas looked at his opponent with open contempt. Unfortunately for him, he still received no response.

Cale simply stood there, staring at the man before him. His gaze remained as calm as the surface of a lake without the slightest ripple. No one could guess what was raging behind those dark eyes.

Slowly, he lowered the radio from his ear. The static that had been filling the corridor finally fell silent. Then, with movements so quiet they were almost soundless, Cale began unfastening the buttons of his black coat. His fingers moved calmly, one by one, as though he were carrying out a routine he had performed thousands of times. Once the coat slipped from his shoulders, he handed it to Vincent.

Vincent accepted it on instinct. Before he could ask anything, Cale had already drawn the pistol from his waistband. Without saying a single word... he placed the pistol in Vincent's hand as well.

Vincent frowned. "Sir?"

Cale finally spoke, his voice still completely flat. "Hold it."

Only a single word left Cale's lips, yet Vincent felt something that slowly made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He had stood beside Cale for years. He had seen the man angry. He had seen him kill. He had seen him face situations far worse than today.

But... he had never seen Cale give up his weapon before facing an enemy.

Silas watched all of it without blinking. Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted. "Interesting. So you still cling to the old tradition?"

He drew his own pistol, spun it once in his palm, then casually tossed it onto the floor. The metallic clang as it struck the tile shattered the silence.

"In that case," he said as he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, "let's settle this like men."

Vincent was still holding Cale's coat and pistol. Every instinct in him screamed to stop this. "Sir..."

Cale didn't turn around. His eyes never left Silas. "Stay out of it."

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