Ambrose's expression darkened. After a while, he said hoarsely, "You truly know me best." Tyrone smirked with a chilling gaze. "You're actually very easy to read. You'll never turn down anything that benefits you. And if anything might be a threat, you try to remove it from the equation. "Humans are selfish by nature. But I have to warn you. Don't allow yourself a weakness, or it might cause your downfall and drag you to the depths of hell. That's what my mother told me."Ambrose's demeanor grew even darker. If an average person saw Ambrose in this state, they would be scared out of their wits, even grovel and beg for their life. A regular person wouldn't be able to stand the full pressure of the presence of a man who had been in positions of power all his life. But Tyrone was utterly unaffected. He smiled and said, "A person grows stronger when he has someone he needs to protect."You might look strong now, but you're fragile. After all these years, you never actually develo

After giving it some thought Maisey agreed to Tyrone's terms. He found someone to care for Maisey's health. Horatio and Charlie were surprised when they found out that Maisey was pregnant. Although they had prestigious statuses, they didn't have any family. They were middle-aged but still single.They felt something special when they learned Maisey was pregnant. They started taking turns to care for Maisey. …After he left the alley, Tyrone went back to the office. He walked straight into Clifford's office. Clifford was having a meeting with his trusted aides.When they saw Tyrone entering the office, they all fell silent in unison as they looked at him. Tyrone didn't feel the slightest bit of awkwardness for barging in and interrupting their meeting. He shrugged and walked into the office with a smile. "You're in a meeting? I'll wait, then," Tyrone said as he found a place to sit. He took out his phone and started playing games on it. Clifford's aides looked at him. They

Ysabella's expression darkened as she watched Louisa leave. Mary, who was in a maid's uniform, approached Ysabella and said coldly, "Ms. Vaughn, you'll be studying under me for the coming week."Ysabella nodded calmly. …The following day, Tyrone drove to the York Group. He met Janice, who he hadn't expected to see. Her stomach looked bigger, and her complexion was good. She didn't have the fatigued look of a pregnant woman. Tyrone's expression darkened. Janice was surprised to see him there. She smiled at him politely and walked past him. Tyrone stared at her as she walked away. He still couldn't figure out how a mother could be so cold-hearted. "Mr. Hendrick, our president is waiting for you upstairs," a secretary approached Tyrone and said politely. He nodded expressionlessly and followed the secretary upstairs. As Janice left the York Group, she took a good look at Tyrone. Her gaze was icy. She didn't want too many people knowing her secret.If her secret ever go

Tyrone couldn't help but smile wryly. What was he thinking? He almost believed that the woman in front of him was Ysabella. He understood why Louisa had placed such a woman by his side.Fiona Crenshaw, the woman in question, had a way of making people drop their guard. There was a subtle hint of Ysabella's essence about her, leaving Tyrone unable to take any drastic action."You're from Ms. Louisa, but now I'm also your boss. I hope you understand your position. I don't mind if you report my situation to her, but I expect you won't fabricate anything during this process. Otherwise, I won't be lenient with you.""I understand," Ysabella concealed her surprise and replied. She had never seen the version of Tyrone before her, cold and formidable.This was the real Tyrone.Suddenly, Tyrone chuckled and dispelled the aloof aura. "Oh, I was just joking with you earlier, Ms. Fiona. Don't take it to heart.""Not at all," Ysabella maintained a gentle smile throughout the exchange."Alrig

He maintained a composed demeanor as he glanced at the men. In an instant, another round of brutal beatings ensued. The car had been on the road for less than ten minutes, and Irvin's injuries were horrifying.Suddenly, the burly fellow's car came to a screeching halt. He looked out the window warily, muttering a curse in Carombianese. A circle of police officers had formed, their sirens blaring. The burly fellow's face darkened, and he immediately yanked Irvin out of the window.Irvin, covered in gory wounds, squinted at the police nearby. Then, a meaningful smile curled up at the corners of his mouth."Let us go, or else …" warned the burly fellow as he shot Irvin in the leg. Irvin groaned in pain but didn't plead with the man or call for help from the police. He remained remarkably unyielding."Release the hostage. This is your last chance!" the police declared.However, the thugs were total desperados. They completely disregarded the police's words. They didn't care abou