Yanis stared at Tyrone with mixed emotions. But Tyrone's calm composure as he poured himself a glass of water betrayed nothing."You know Christian?""I met him once, several years ago."Five years ago, Christian had been a guest speaker at Tyrone's university. Christian had recognized Tyrone and approached him to talk about the history of Cleyton and Rogbow.Besides, Christian had often been invited to his family's house due to his family business as well as the hobbies of some elderly members of the family. Therefore, Tyrone was decently acquainted with Christian.Yanis was relieved to hear that. "So you don't know him, yet you dared to make things up.""Don't speak up if you don't know your thing, Tyrone," reprimanded Yannick. He thought Tyrone could help him, but Tyrone was just spewing nonsense.Tyrone took a sip of his water. He felt no need to offer any explanation. Just then, the dishes were served. Everyone promptly forgot about the whole thing."Eat, eat! These ar

Tyrone's response cracked everyone up."Right, I bet you're just passing through," the man laughed. "Either way, this path is blocked because we're here to take photos. Take a detour."They wanted to take photos here and didn't want anyone to bother them. Tyrone and Ysabella looked at each other wryly. Finding their way home sure was tough.Then, Yvonne walked toward them. She let those curious visitors take photos before approaching Ysabella."Ysabella, I'll ask them to stop bothering you. Park somewhere first. Then, you can join us and visit this mansion.""Why?" Ysabella retorted. "It's not like we can't park here. Besides, the owner of this mansion hasn't come out to stop me."She then looked at Tyrone. They both smiled.Yvonne was puzzled. Soon, she became frustrated. "Please. Open your eyes! You think the owner of this mansion will allow you to park your lame car here? Wake up."Normally, Ysabella would be mad at Yvonne for insulting her like that. But this time,

Fear seized Tyrone's entire being. His mind went blank. He had known that this would happen sooner or later. But this was still too soon.Tara noticed Tyrone's paranoid reaction. "Don't worry, Tyrone. He's not here for you. He's here for me. I'm sorry."Tara lowered her head out of guilt. If she hadn't come to Cleyton, Marcel wouldn't have followed her here and found out Tyrone's whereabouts.Tyrone had forfeited his old life and opted for serenity. She could also tell that he and Ysabella were deeply in love. What more could anyone possibly ask for?"It's not your fault. Karl knows where I am. It won't take my family too long to learn the news, either. Where is he now?"As soon as Tyrone finished his sentence, he sensed some movement in the air. He quickly took a fork and used it to shield his back.When he looked down, a pen was lodged in between the fork's prongs. Ambush was Marcel's signature trait. The brothers exchanged smiles. Tyrone moved to pat him on the back, but Mar

Ysabella quickly stepped in and pulled Tyrone away from Ashton. She stood between them and asked, "Who gave you the right to beat him up?"She was disappointed. Her opinion of Tyrone had improved after the birthday, but now she felt like he would always be the same useless man. The goodwill she had for him was gone. "Honey, he was insulting you. I couldn't let him get away with that.""That's not a reason for assaulting another person. Besides, I'm the owner of the company. His words would never hurt me. You didn't have to hit him. If everyone in the company disliked me, would you beat everyone up?"Ysabella didn't believe that Ashton would speak ill of her. His exceptional capabilities and overall professionalism were there for all to see. Ysabella thought Tyrone was just trying to shift the blame for his actions. She felt disappointed that he got cocky just because she started to treat him slightly better. "Honey, I wasn't …"Ysabella didn't want to listen to Tyrone's unc

The next day. Tyrone woke up early in the morning. He sat in an unassuming cafe at 7 am. Johnson arrived soon after Tyrone sat down. He didn't dare to be tardy since Cole called him personally. He looked around the cafe, but he didn't see Cole anywhere. Instead, he saw a man with an elegant temperament but sloppily dressed, sitting at table seven where Cole had told him to meet at. "Sir, this table is reserved. Do you mind sitting somewhere else? I'll pay for your coffee as thanks."Johnson was very polite. Tyrone put down his cup and took a closer look at him.Johnson was in formal wear. He had a neatly folded pocket square in his chest pocket with one edge showing. His impeccable wardrobe reflected his serious and meticulous attitude. Tyrone was satisfied with Johnson the moment he laid eyes on him. "Mr. Lowry, I don't know if Mr. Bennet told you, but I'm the one you're supposed to meet with."Johnson's expression fell. He didn't know where Tyrone got his intel about thi