"What are you doing?" Tyrone blurted out in fear."I'm chopping up pork knuckles for you, sir," said the burly housemaid matter-of-factly.Yeah. Tyrone almost forgot that the burly housemaid was quite … quirky, to put it nicely. Noticing Tyrone's uneasiness, the burly housemaid sneered and stashed the cleaver away. She then continued cleaning the room.Since then, Tyrone stopped asking the burly housemaid to do anything for him. He even hid all the cleavers and knives away, just in case the housemaid went berserk one day and killed him. Man. The Yorks were full of weirdos.One day, the burly housemaid suddenly returned Tyrone's phone. Tyrone looked at her, puzzled. Did the housemaid booby-trap his phone, and when he opened it, it'd blow up on his face and blast his head off? Tyrone could totally see the burly housemaid and Louisa do that.The burly housemaid saw the fear in Tyrone's eyes and knew what Tyrone was thinking about. She sniggered. "I wish I could kill you. That would s

Tyrone gripped the handle on the car roof to support his lower body. Then he kicked the driver-side window and slid into the front seat. Inside the trash bin, Ysabella was woken up by the loud crash. She tried to open the lid to get her bearing, but she heard a loud voice,"Go back inside!"Ysabella turtled back into the bin. She heard people fighting and groaning outside. And then, there was a thunderous braking screech. Ysabella clenched her teeth to stop herself from making any noise. She didn't know why she listened to the voice. It was a familiar voice that reassured her.After what felt like an eternity, the commotion outside subsided. The car also stopped moving. The bin lid was lifted. Before Ysabella could give her aggressor a fatal punch, she saw Tyrone with a bloodied face.Tyrone brushed Ysabella's cheek and smiled. He croaked, "You're safe now."Ysabella's heart was pounding quickly. Inside the dimly lit car, Tyrone looked at Ysabella with his back against the light s

Despite being a woman, Mary was once a trained killing machine from a certain Ecrawana organization. In her eyes, Tyrone didn't even qualify as a threat.Lying on the ground, thoroughly beaten, Tyrone deeply realized the vast difference between himself and Mary, the round-faced maid. He knew that trying to overpower her physically was impossible. So, he attempted to outwit her, attempted to distract Mary, and made his escape.However, Mary quickly saw through his plan and promptly launched another round of heavy blows. Tyrone felt every inch of his body ached from the relentless beating. He sensed his bones might shatter under the force. Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound. He was determined to get up and leave.In the end, he lay there, bloodied and battered, unable to lift even a single finger. Mary lifted him with one hand and placed him back on the hospital bed, facing Louisa."How are you feeling now, more lucid?" Louisa asked, her tone casual wh

But poor Ambrose indeed. He still bickered with Tyrone in spite of his frail body. Meanwhile, all the other Hendrick siblings heard that Tyrone went home. Naturally, they began to panic. They had worked together to kick Tyrone out because he was the most promising candidate to be the heir apparent.If Tyrone came back, none of them would stand a chance at all."What's the point of coming back here, Tyrone?" Ambrose sniggered. "Your brothers and sisters have already claimed a slice of the cake. You can't make your comeback with that tiny casino you own.""Don't beat it till you try it." Tyrone put down the bowl and stood up. He helped Ambrose to lie on the bed. "You should get some rest now.""When did I ever say I need to rest, you brat?" In fact, Ambrose could barely lift his eyebrows anymore. He was exhausted."I'll return to my room then," Tyrone left, ignoring Ambrose's protest.After Tyrone left, Ambrose remarked weakly, "He has changed a lot.""He has had a few rough years

"So, do you want to bet against me?" Tyrone provoked. All operators looked at the stack of cash greedily. It was almost one month of their salary. However, the topless man was no idiot. If Tyrone was a skillful player, he might lose every penny before he could get his hands on those banknotes.As the topless man hesitated, Tyrone picked up the cards expertly and began to perform tricks. Tyrone asked what game they wanted to play. A tattooed man suggested a simple game, and Tyrone nodded. He then gave the card deck to the man and let him deal the card.The game has begun. It was too late for the topless man to quit. Everyone was looking at him, and he would look like a coward if he ran away now. Fortunately, Tyrone lost the first round, and lost all the money on the table. The topless man felt more confident."Dude, you suck. Are you sure you want to gamble again?" The tattooed man cackled.Tyrone remained calm. He then borrowed money from Florent, to which the latter happily compli