Chapter 529

Meanwhile, at the Grants' mansion, Tyler Grant was practicing with a terrain model.

As a gifted individual, he excelled in everything he did, including terrain model training. Since few could compete against him, he usually trained by himself.

"Something terrible has happened, Mr. Grant!" One of the butlers barged into his study anxiously.

"Get out," Tyler ordered icily without looking at the butler.

"But—"

The butler swallowed the rest of his words when he received Tyler's menacing glare and scuttled back to the door to wait patiently.

It took a while for Tyler to finish his practice. When he was finished, he asked, "What is it?"

"Sir, we just received news that Ms. Layla was killed!" The butler cried in despair.

"She was killed?" Tyler's brows furrowed. "What happened?"

"She wanted to take revenge for you, so she set up a trap for Natasha Harmon." The butler quickly briefed Tyler on what happened.

"That idiot. How could she do something like that without permission?" Tyler hum