My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Dario would never dream of making Veronica cover the tab. The thought alone made him nervous about what Malcolm might say if he discovered their late-night bar excursion. After handling the payment at the front desk, he escorted her out into the cool evening air.

The following afternoon, Veronica pulled into the circular driveway of Malcolm's estate to collect him.

As soon as he settled into the passenger seat, she turned to him with professional courtesy. "Where would you like to go today, Mr. Blair?"

Malcolm provided her with a specific address, his tone as measured as always.

Thirty minutes of navigating city traffic brought them to an upscale establishment. A formally dressed server guided them through the restaurant's elegant interior toward a secluded private room.

The moment they stepped through the doorway, Veronica noticed two distinguished gentlemen already positioned at the polished table. Their commanding presence filled the space even before they rose to greet the newcomers.

Both men stood simultaneously as they entered. "Right on time."

Malcolm maintained his characteristic reserve as he gestured between them. "Doran Harris, Maxwell Patterson. I'd like you to meet my protégé, Veronica Murray."

Recognition sparked in Veronica's mind immediately. She had encountered their faces countless times across news broadcasts and political coverage. Doran commanded significant influence within military circles, while Maxwell wielded considerable power in the political arena.

Yet despite their formidable reputations, both men approached her with genuine warmth. They offered firm handshakes and welcoming smiles. "Your reputation precedes you, Ms. Murray."

Though momentarily surprised by their gracious reception, Veronica maintained her composure and returned their gestures with equal respect. "The pleasure is entirely mine, gentlemen."

Doran and Maxwell exchanged pleased glances before indicating the empty chairs around the table.

After everyone had settled into their seats, Doran leaned forward with interest. "We've been following your work for quite some time now. We kept hoping Mr. Blair might arrange an introduction, but schedules never seemed to align properly.

"Our technical teams have been analyzing the revolutionary system you created, and when this window of opportunity presented itself, we couldn't resist the chance to finally meet the brilliant mind behind it all."

The conversation flowed naturally from pleasantries into more substantive territory. They delved deep into discussions of technological systems, advanced chip architecture, and sustainable energy solutions.

Malcolm remained largely silent throughout the exchange, methodically working through his meal and sipping his tea while occasionally nodding at particularly insightful points.

More than an hour passed before Doran reached for the ornate teapot, carefully filling Veronica's cup with practiced precision. She accepted the gesture with gracious appreciation.

Setting the vessel down deliberately, Doran studied her with eyes that had witnessed decades of political maneuvering and strategic planning. Despite the intensity of his gaze, his expression remained remarkably kind. "If my information is accurate, Veronica, you're still quite young, aren't you?"

Veronica confirmed with a slight nod. "Twenty-five years old."

"Remarkably young for such extraordinary accomplishments." Maxwell immediately understood his colleague's direction and joined the conversation with calculated casualness. "Are you currently seeing anyone special?"

The question caught Veronica momentarily off-guard, but she recovered quickly. "Actually, I'm married." The reality of her impending divorce lingered unspoken, but given the professional nature of their meeting, personal details seemed inappropriate to share.

Both Doran and Maxwell registered visible surprise at her response. However, their years of experience in reading people and situations served them well.

Something fleeting but unmistakable passed through Veronica's eyes when she mentioned her marital status. The brief shadow suggested complications, possibly serious ones. Which likely meant divorce proceedings weren't far off.

That revelation opened possibilities for their own sons.

Countless ambitious young women from prominent families would eagerly pursue connections with the Harris and Patterson dynasties.

Under normal circumstances, even daughters from established wealthy households would find it challenging to gain serious consideration within their exclusive social circles, particularly someone facing the stigma of divorce.

But Veronica represented something entirely different. Her intellectual capabilities were simply extraordinary.

Given DataPulse's current technological advantages, the company's expansion over the next several years would be absolutely unprecedented.

Furthermore, Malcolm's eventual successor would almost certainly be Veronica herself. Her future influence and power seemed virtually unlimited.

Most impressively, despite her youth and remarkable professional achievements, she displayed none of the arrogance or entitlement that typically accompanied such success. That level of humility and grace was exceptionally rare in someone so accomplished at such an early age.

The longer they spent observing her mannerisms and listening to her thoughtful responses, the more impressed they became.

Malcolm, who had remained largely silent throughout their increasingly personal line of questioning, finally raised his head and fixed both men with a look that could freeze molten steel. The warning in his dark eyes was unmistakable and absolute.