Making a Comeback

Chapter 14 Social Etiquette

Tyrone got up early in the morning to make a scrumptious breakfast, maintaining his usual habits even though he was staying at Vania's house.

As she enjoyed the food he'd made, Vania nodded at him enthusiastically and gave him a thumbs up, despite having looked down on him before.

"You should finish the car transfer procedure with Yvan later," Ysabella said.

"Alright."

Then she looked at Tyrone, who was silently eating his bacon and eggs with his head lowered. "Is there something you need to do at noon?"

"Come on, he resigned, and he's back to his boy toy status. What could he possibly need to do?" Vania asked ke as she ate her oats.

"Well, Vania answered it for me. What's the matter?"

"Nothing much. It's a holiday for Yasmine today. Why don't you pick her up, and we can have dinner together?"

Then Ysabella pursed her lips before whispering, "It's also a celebration party for your achievement."

"Huh?"

"What? Forget it if you didn't hear me. Also, you can take Vania's car to pick up Yasmine. I don't want her to complain about your scooter embarrassing her."

Tyrone's lips spread from cheek to cheek in a grin. "Okay!"

…

At 10 am at the vehicle administration office, Tyrone and Yvan finished the procedures for the car ownership transfer. When Tyrone was about to leave, Yvan stopped him. "Hey, do you have a cigarette? Give me one."

Turning back, Tyrone glanced at him with a frown before taking one out for him. Yvan took it and threw it on the floor, stomping on it with disgust. "Bastard, don't you feel ashamed giving me a cheap cigarette? Even migrant workers don't smoke this."

Then Yvan took out a box of Dunhills, lit it, and took a drag gleefully.

"See this? This is what a real man should smoke. It costs 50 dollars per box, ten times the price of your cheap cigarettes. Man, you're rich now. Why do you still look so pathetically broke? I bet your commission is more than a million dollars, right? If you don't want to divorce my sister, you better give half of the money to me as a gift. You should know some social etiquette. Understand?"

As Yvan finished speaking, he moved to slap Tyrone's face. However, Tyrone grabbed his hand and exerted force, causing Yvan to cry out in pain. Tyrone had tolerated him for a very long time.

"Ah! It hurts! It fucking hurts! You bastard! How dare you fight back? L—let go of me right now!"

"Shameless asshole! Isn't it enough for you to leech off your parents? Now you dare to get money from me and Ysabella? This is merely a warning, so you better behave. If it weren't for Ysabella's sake, I would never even spare you a glance."

After letting Yvan go, Tyrone gave him a hard slap before the latter had managed to return to his senses. Yvan fell to the ground, and a big palm-shaped mark slowly appeared on his face. He lay on the ground, covered his face, and moaned in pain, stunned by Tyrone's action.

Once Tyrone was about to disappear from his sight, Yvan only crawled up, cursing, "Tyrone Hendrick! Just wait! I'll remember this slap, and one day I'll get payback for it!"

…

Tyrone gave Cole a call when he got back to Vania's house.

"Mr. Hendrick, how may I help you?"

"You should know who my brother-in-law is, right? Arrange for his new BMW to be destroyed. I want it smashed into pieces. Keep it quiet, got it?"

"Okay, Mr. Hendrick."

After ending the call, Tyrone sneered and threw his phone aside. No one could ever get their hands on what his wife couldn't have.

…

Tyrone was waiting in Vania's Volkswagen CC at the entrance of Cleyton Medical University at 5 pm. He couldn't help but feel nostalgic as he looked at the young and energetic students walking about.

His four years in university had been the best time of his life, especially the last two years when he'd dated Ysabella. Their relationship had been so pure and beautiful.

Around 20 minutes later, a beautiful lady walked out of the university as everyone watched her in admiration. She was wearing a yellow dress and had her hair tied in a ponytail. When Tyrone saw Yasmine Vaughn, who bore a striking resemblance to Ysabella, he got out of the car.

"Why are you here? Where's my sister?" Yasmine threw her bag at him and opened the car door.

"Ysabella is waiting at the restaurant." Tyrone put the bag in the backseat before getting into the driver's seat.

"I still have no idea why Ysabella married a useless bastard like you." Yasmine glanced at Tyrone with unbridled disgust.