Making a Comeback

Chapter 2 Unrealistic

100 housing units?

Although the other employees knew about Piers bullying Tyrone, no one expected him to be so ruthless. Selling 100 housing units in a day was an impossible task. Even the legends in real estate could only sell 80 to 90 housing units in two weeks.

A flurry of whispers filled the room, and Ysabella soon rushed over after getting the news. Despite knowing that Piers was the one making things difficult for Tyrone, she forced a smile at him. After all, he was her superior, so he called the shots.

"Mr. Barnes, don't you think that's unrealistic? Why don't we do this? I'll—"

"Enough!" Piers interrupted her with a cold expression. Without showing any mercy, he continued, "Ms. Vaughn, our department has become the laughing stock of not only Jenkin Group but also the entire real estate industry in Cleyton because you brought in this useless guy. So you're part of the problem too. If your pathetic husband can't sell 100 housing units by 9 am tomorrow, you'll be kicked out of the company with him. Of course, you're allowed to help him—and I suggest that you do so with all your might."

When he saw Piers' cruel expression, Tyrone wanted to punch him right in the face.

Ysabella staggered, and Tyrone quickly moved to hold her. "Honey, are you okay?"

In a trance, Ysabella recalled the three years she'd spent after graduating fighting tooth and nail to get where she was now. Yet here Piers was, telling her that everything she'd achieved could disappear overnight? That three years of effort could go to waste just like that?

If she lost this job, how would they make ends meet? She couldn't rely on her useless husband. This wasn't a funny joke at all. The more she thought about it, the more enraged she became, and she slapped Tyrone without a second thought. All of this had happened because of his uselessness.

"Oh? Ysabella, what's going on? Did your useless husband anger you again?"

Tyrone's expression darkened when he saw the young man walking in. He was dressed impeccably; even his sunglasses were worth thousands of dollars. It was Timothy Jenkin, the heir to Jenkin Group.

In his three months working here, Tyrone had witnessed Timothy flirting with Ysabella on countless occasions. Fortunately, Ysabella would always ingeniously dodge him.

Tyrone had a bad feeling seeing Timothy here.

"Mr. Barnes, tell me. What's going on here?" Timothy asked in a strange tone.

"Yes, Mr. Jenkin." Piers immediately recounted the whole incident.

As Timothy listened, he nodded and said, "That makes sense, but don't you think you're being a bit cruel? You should learn to be kind to such a pretty woman like Ysabella." After pretending to think about it seriously, he said, "Why don't you delay this matter for now, for my sake?"

Quickly after that, Timothy's eyes roamed over Ysabella's beautiful and sexy curves. As he did, desire burned in his eyes. "Ysabella, you have to make use of what opportunities you have. You don't need me to explain this further, right? Come and have dinner with me tomorrow, and we'll talk about the candidate for the position of deputy manager. Oh! It's going to be chilly, so you better bring a few stockings of different colors. It's up to you whether you want to go."

Upon hearing that, Ysabella bit her lip; she understood Timothy's intentions all too well. If she agreed to attend the dinner, she would have to sleep with him.

Tyrone wasn't a fool either, and he realized the meaning of Timothy's words immediately. He might endure a lot of things, but as a man, he couldn't tolerate someone coming after his wife.

"Do you fucking think I'm invisible?" Tyrone was on the verge of exploding, but Ysabella pulled him back.

"Enough! Tyrone Hendrick, haven't you caused me enough trouble?" Ysabella shouted before covering her mouth and running away. Not only had she lost her dignity, but her mind was also in a mess; she had no clue about what she should do next.

Timothy glanced at Tyrone with a haughty smile. Then he leaned over, whispering, "I'm going to be honest with you. I'm interested in your wife, and I'm definitely going to take her to bed! How could a pathetic guy like you compare with me? Hahaha!"

Timothy left, still laughing scornfully, while Tyrone hung his head low. As he clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into his flesh, drawing blood. His dignity had been mercilessly trampled on.

After work, Tyrone stood on the bridge, staring at the moving traffic with gloomy eyes.

"It's been three years. I can endure any kind of humiliation, but I'll kill anyone who dares to touch Ysabella!" Tyrone's gaze was firm. He took out his phone, found a number he hadn't contacted in years, and dialed it.

The call soon connected, and an excited voice came from the other side of the phone. "T—Tyrone, is it really you? You've finally called me. Do you know how much—"

"Karl," Tyrone interrupted. Then he said, "I've run into some trouble. I might … I might need your help."