HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 934

Meanwhile, back at the warehouse where Cale and Silas stood facing each other.

Dozens of rifle barrels were still trained on Cale without shifting in the slightest. The smell of gunpowder filled the corridor, now shrouded in dust from the walls that had cracked during the fight moments earlier. No one dared move. Even the sound of breathing was unmistakably clear amid the oppressive silence.

Silas wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then flashed a crooked smile. His gaze slowly swept over the men surrounding them from every direction.

"Now," he said quietly, "let's end this."

No one pulled the trigger immediately. They waited for one more command.

One small signal from Silas.

On the other side, Vincent was still holding Cale's pistol and coat. His fingertip rested on the trigger, but he continued to hold himself back. His gaze occasionally shifted to Cale, hoping the man would give the signal.

But Cale remained standing as calmly as before. His eyes slowly swept across the corridor, as though calculating something no one else could understand.

That silence made Silas frown. "I still can't believe you can pretend to stay calm." He let out a quiet laugh. "At a time like this?"

"Or are you looking for a way out?"

Cale finally lifted his gaze. "I'm waiting."

That brief reply caused Silas's smile to fade slightly. "Waiting for what?"

Cale chose not to answer. Then, only a fraction of a second later...

Pfft.

The muted crack of a suppressed shot echoed faintly from the distance. One of the men standing on the right side of the corridor suddenly staggered. The rifle slipped from his hands before his body collapsed onto the floor.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads. "What—"

Before anyone could finish the sentence, another man went down. This time from the opposite side, and what happened next instantly shattered the silence that had filled the corridor.

"Sniper!"

"Take cover!"

Cale stepped forward. One step, then another.

His leather shoes struck the concrete floor with soft, measured sounds, yet every footstep rang clearly in everyone's ears. He walked without haste, never quickening his pace in the slightest, as though the house filled with weapons was nothing more than an empty corridor entirely under his control.

Vincent watched him in silence. Slowly, he let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding.

Now everything made sense.

From the very beginning...

Cale had never felt cornered. He hadn't come here looking for a way out. Because he had already made sure there would be one before he ever set foot inside that house.

This operation had begun long before Silas realized he was being hunted.

Silas ground his teeth together. "Don't panic!" he barked at his men. "He's only one man!"

His voice rang out loudly, but part of him was already beginning to lose confidence. Before the echo of his shout had faded, another bullet came flying in.