Emerson's secretary knocked on the door after five minutes. "Come in!" said Emerson without lifting his head. He was busy cleaning the desk. Joe was wearing his friendly demeanor when he walked in. But when he noticed the leftover breakfast on Emerson's desk, as well as Tyrone, his expression darkened. "Mr. Joe, we meet again," exclaimed Tyrone. Emerson finally realized that he should be meeting with Joe now. "Mr. Rivers, why is he here?" "Tyrone? He's my childhood friend. We were having breakfast together. Take a seat," answered Emerson. Joe was panicking. His plan was to use Emerson to get rid of Tyrone. Since Tyrone was Emerson's childhood friend, things would be complicated for Joe. "I see. Please proceed. I'll visit you another day." "No, stay, stay. He knows nothing about this company. Pretend he isn't here." Emerson got into his character now. He lightly shoved Tyrone. "Make way for Mr. Joe now." Seeing how Emerson kicked Tyrone around like a ball, Joe felt

"Give it back!" Ysabella tried to snatch the document from Tyrone's hands, as if it was her secret. "Why did you take out a loan, Ysabella?" It seemed like the cat was out of the bag. "It's none of your business. Get 500 thousand dollars now, or don't bother going home." Ysabella was panicking. She thought yelling at Tyrone would scare him away. But this time, Tyrone did not concede. He approached her. "I have the money. Explain the loan now." "Impossible!" Ysabella wondered why she reacted so hastily. "Tyrone, my mom is not going to forgive you unless you present her with the money. I know she can be unreasonable, but you can just apologize sincerely. I'm sure she will let this slide. 500 thousand dollars is a lot, you know?" Ysabella refused to believe that Tyrone could find 500 thousand dollars in a day. He must be bluffing. "I will not apologize to Belinda," said Tyrone sternly. He was angry. He knew Belinda was serious about the deal. Tyrone had seen her true fac

Tyrone was worried about Ysabella's foot injury. He brought her to a nearby clinic for treatment before heading back. The distance between the company and their home wasn't much. It was only a little more than a mile. Ysabella was leaning on Tyrone's back. She was light as a feather. They talked on and off. The atmosphere between them wasn't as awkward as before. It was already 10 pm when they reached the entrance of their home. "You can put me down now."Tyrone didn't comply. He said while taking out his keys, "The doctor said that you need two days of bed rest. You should only walk after a week …""I'm not a cripple! I can still stand on my own."Tyrone ignored her and opened the door. As he stood at the door, Belinda was on the phone in the living room. "It's a pity you couldn't come yesterday, Joe. Tyrone is a fool. I don't know why he even dared to make a bet of 50 thousand dollars. It's already 10 pm, and he still isn't back. I bet he doesn't dare to show his face

Suddenly, realization struck the real estate agents. They quickly adjusted their attire and anxiously ran out the door to welcome the owner of the sports car. This could be an important customer. Even if he bought the cheapest unit, the commission would be worth a few thousand dollars. They were determined to get the customer for themselves. A crimson sports car screeched to a halt at the entrance of the sales office. The people in the car sighed in relief. They were still coming off the high of driving a fancy car. "That feels great! A normal car can't even hold a candle to a sports car!" Luna, who sat in the front passenger seat, had been excited since last night. Soon, she'll be buying a villa too. That was the life! The driver was none other than Tyrone's brother-in-law, Yvan."I'll buy anything for you, as long as you like it," Yvan said with the air of a successful person.That was the reason why Luna had brought up Silverpeak Gardens to Yvan as soon as they had gotte

Yvan drove away in his Ferrari. The sound of the car faded into the distance. Justin was the most upset in the office. He punched the air and said, "I thought he was rich because he drove a sports car. I didn't expect him to be unable to afford even the cheapest villa!"Yvan, was it? Don't let me see you again! I won't let you off easy next time!" He didn't mind not being able to close a sale. The thing that upset him was how he had been deceived. He had almost lost control earlier. If Yvan hadn't driven away, he would have gone out and taken his anger out on the car.Justin then looked at Tyrone angrily and said, "Why are you still here, loser? Do you think you have more money than Yvan? One's a liar, the other is broke! Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together."Julie, send that man away now. Or else I'll call security for you."Julie felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She didn't want to chase a customer away, even if Tyrone was just browsing a