Elijah was sure that Tyrone would contact his men once he left the banquet hall. Once Elijah made the call, Tyrone would come back, begging for mercy. Everyone waited with bated breath for Elijah to make the call. Harmony, however, was trying to make sense of Tyrone. On the plane, Tyrone hadn't even been able to win an argument against two thugs. But here in Stillmond, he had openly provoked Elijah. If she hadn't been so rude to Tyrone on the plane, would they have been friends by now? She knew that she could never break into Elijah's social circle, but Tyrone gave her a glimmer of hope.Hence, while everyone was busy gawking at Elijah, Harmony left the hall too.Elijah's call was quickly picked up. "M—Mr. Hendrick," an anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line."Is Taupaz mine yet?" Elijah was as confident as ever. Everything had already been set up. After the call, he would take his private jet to Taupaz to welcome Tyrone."There's been a problem, Mr. Hendrick.

"Florius Bridge?" Elijah was intrigued.Why was Tyrone in a secluded part of the city? Shouldn't he be stuck on Winston Street? Suddenly, all the dots connected in Elijah's mind. "Oh, Tyrone. Of course, you can get out of Winston Street."Elijah asked his underlings to verify further. They were told that a reckless driver had entered and left Winston Street. Elijah traced it further and managed to identify Tyrone's escape route.Serena then remarked next to Elijah, "Tyrone is full of surprises, isn't he? I have never met anyone who managed to flee under your nose. If you ever catch him, you'll need to keep him supervised 24/7."She had been just as surprised when she had heard that Tyrone had gotten out of Winston Street unscathed. Somehow, she had faith in Tyrone. She knew that once he escaped, Elijah might not be able to catch him again."Why did you help Tyrone escape, Serena? What's in it for you?""Who knows?""He still has to board a plane, mind you."Serena gazed a

Ysabella felt something inside Tyrone's pocket was poking at her thigh. She slid her hand into Tyrone's pocket to get rid of it. Tyrone finally realized that it wouldn't end very well, but it was too late to stop Ysabella.Inside Tyrone's pocket was a name card. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but Ysabella's expression darkened."Westbound Airline Cabin Crew, Giselle? Explain this, Tyrone," Ysabella confronted loudly.Teddy and Bulldozer were both surprised by Ysabella's tone. Moments ago, Ysabella and Tyrone were having a touching reunion. And things took a turn for the worse within seconds. Everyone looked at the name card Ysabella was holding. If they heard it correctly, it belonged to an air stewardess.On the plane, Tyrone kept Giselle's card because he didn't want to make her look bad. Besides, if he left Giselle's name card on the plane, everyone would fight for it. It would create unnecessary trouble for Giselle. However, Tyrone regretted his act of kindness. He should

Meanwhile, inside Emerson's home, which was comfortably situated in a residential area that was decent and not too high-end, Emerson ranted out loud,"What's wrong with Tyrone? Why would he call me this early in the morning?" His alcohol-addled mind couldn't process the whole thing.Just when he decided to crash back to his bed, his phone rang again. "Geez! Ysabella?"Emerson recalled the purpose of Tyrone's call. Everything made sense now. But he didn't expect to receive a call this soon."Mr. Rivers, can I ask you something? Do you know how my mansion came about?" asked Ysabella as she headed to her office. She knew Tyrone was very close to Emerson. So, she had to confront Emerson first before Tyrone and Emerson could meet up.Emerson fumbled. How would he know how Tyrone bought the mansion? Stumped, Emerson regurgitated what Tyrone told him."You see, the company is making money. Tyrone and I invested the money in a foreign company. It was very lucrative, so we shared the wind

Tiggs yelled in pain, grasped his wrist, and rolled on the floor. He was in immense pain. It was worse than when he took a knife in his back for someone. He struggled to get back on his feet. Hatred filled his heart. His reputation was destroyed because of Tyrone. "Tell me now. Don't even try to wriggle your way out of this. You're only getting out of this by telling me who asked you to come."Tigg's heart skipped a beat. Tyrone had seen through him. But Tiggs had been hustling in the underworld for years. He had seen worse. Inflicting some pain on the wrist wasn't enough to intimidate him. It was painful, but he was sure no one would dare touch him if he announced his background. "Your strength astounds me, but you'll have to answer to my backer if you lay a hand on me." "Oh? And who is that?""Mr. Harry."Tyrone didn't react, but the surrounding customers began to chatter. "So it's Mr. Harry!""Damn, he's in trouble now!""So Mr. Harry has his sights on Callady Bar. I