The worst problem was one of them recognized Tiggs. "Is he Tiggs, the boss of Philippe Bar?""That's right, it's him. Why is he here?""This is scary. Let's get out of here. Every one of them is bad news."Then, a voice rang out, "Who's causing problems in my bar?"Oliver wasn't around, so Tara came out to try and get the situation under control. Naturally, Tyrone followed closely behind her. He had no intention of taking action yet. He was also curious to see who was so arrogant. Cleyton was entirely under his control, yet arrogant fools were still acting recklessly. Tiggs almost began to drool when he saw Tara. "I've heard that the singer at Callady Bar was gorgeous. The rumors don't do you justice." Tiggs reached his chubby right hand out and said with a sleazy smile, "Mariposa, I wonder if I might have the pleasure of inviting you to drink with me?""Sure." Tara smiled as she picked up a cocktail on the counter. "You're a reasonable woman! I like talking to people
Tiggs yelled in pain, grasped his wrist, and rolled on the floor. He was in immense pain. It was worse than when he took a knife in his back for someone. He struggled to get back on his feet. Hatred filled his heart. His reputation was destroyed because of Tyrone. "Tell me now. Don't even try to wriggle your way out of this. You're only getting out of this by telling me who asked you to come."Tigg's heart skipped a beat. Tyrone had seen through him. But Tiggs had been hustling in the underworld for years. He had seen worse. Inflicting some pain on the wrist wasn't enough to intimidate him. It was painful, but he was sure no one would dare touch him if he announced his background. "Your strength astounds me, but you'll have to answer to my backer if you lay a hand on me." "Oh? And who is that?""Mr. Harry."Tyrone didn't react, but the surrounding customers began to chatter. "So it's Mr. Harry!""Damn, he's in trouble now!""So Mr. Harry has his sights on Callady Bar. I
Harry was exactly like how the rumors said he was. The customers of the bar were excited. It wasn't every day they could see a legendary figure like Harry. The visit was well worth the money they spent.Harry wore a form-fitting windbreaker. His boots made a resounding thud whenever he took a step. His actions were fluid and decisive. His strike was merciless. His face was like an ancient tree. There were a lot of scars on his face. The customers wondered how a man like him could remain unnoticed in the city. Tiggs fell to the floor from Harry's punch. He writhed in pain. Tyrone didn't attack him with all his strength because he needed him to contact Harry. But Harry's attack was merciless. He couldn't allow people who slander him to get away without punishment. It wasn't the time to be disciplining his subordinates. Harry turned to look at Tyrone and sized him up. He said disdainfully, "You're the one that wanted me to come?""That's right.""I've secluded myself for so many
"You said your information was reliable?"Tyrone was surprised to hear about Teddy's return. So, he was pretty interested. "Yes, he got in contact with the Prescott Family from Shoresdale. They plan to hit you from the underworld and the business world simultaneously," Harry said worriedly. The Prescott Family was the tenth most influential family in Shoresdale. Its financial prowess and military might outclass everything Cleyton could muster. "Interesting," Tyrone said, seemingly lost in thought. He remembered that Shoresdale was where his 13th brother, Irvin Hendrick, was based. It meant that he had to confront Irvin if he wanted to expand his influence into Shoresdale or even just to fend off the Prescotts. It wasn't easy, but it was not impossible."Mr. Hendrick, Teddy is very well-prepared this time. Is it … hopeless for us?"Harry felt despair. There was no chance they were winning against a family from Shoresdale. He saw Tyrone frown and felt like things were even mor
Ysabella frowned at Belinda's words and put the spray nozzle away. She knew Tyrone would be bullied if she brought him back. "No," Ysabella answered while feeling dejected. Belinda grunted and said, "That's good. If he dared to come, I would chase him out. And why are you back?"Belinda immediately turned her aggression on Ysabella. "Weren't the two of you determined to move out? Did you come back because you encountered some difficulties? I'll say it right now, Ysabella. You can come home but can't bring the loser with you."Belinda would be willing to accept her daughter but not the useless son-in-law. "Mom, can you stop calling him names?" Ysabella was annoyed. Even though Tyrone wasn't good at many things and only managed to buy a nice house with the help of his friends. But Ysabella could feel that Tyrone was trying to be better. It wasn't much, but it wasn't nothing. Belinda didn't expect Ysabella to stand up for a loser like Tyrone. "Let me ask you, have we not been
The Aurora Villa wasn't particularly valuable. Teddy had wanted to get rid of it long ago. He didn't expect to be dethroned. Nor did he expect this abandoned villa to be his shelter. He had hired some cleaners to dust the place off, and the place was serviceable. Two middle-aged men were sitting across from each other in the living room. There were several bottles of expensive wine on the table. One of the men with a weathered expression was Teddy. The man sitting across from him was his partner in crime. The second son of the Prescott Family, Martin Prescott."Mr. Martin, thanks for lending me a hand. Or else, the empire I fought to build will all be stolen by that Hendrick kid. Teddy filled up their glasses, raised a toast, and downed his glass in one go. He was extremely frustrated. Logically speaking, his influence and power in the city were too deeply rooted for anyone to take him out. Much less a man who married into a wealthy family with no marketable skills and a bad
Teddy calmed down and felt less fear when he looked at Tyrone again. He was confident that Martin would be able to handle Tyrone with ease. He was the second son of the Prescott Family, after all. Even if the Prescotts weren't the most powerful in Shoresdale, they could still send Cleyton into disarray easily. That's what it meant to be a powerful family from Shoresdale. Tyrone took everything from Teddy and reigned supreme in Cleyton, but he could never be a match for the Prescotts. Teddy thought Tyrone was being too arrogant. "Look at him, Mr. Martin. He's so arrogant that he's even looking down on your family. He's not even paying you any respect! I fear it might impact your reputation negatively if word gets out. You have to teach him a lesson," Teddy said cautiously. The hatred in Teddy's heart was festering. He couldn't accept that he was being so subservient to another man. He used to think Cleyton was an isolated place where powerful people wouldn't bother coming. He
It was like the outcome was already decided. Nay, it was definitely decided. Even though Teddy wasn't the one targeted, he still wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. The dagger was already at Tyrone's throat. Victory was assured. Teddy already saw himself as the king of Cleyton. Tyrone, his enemy, was just a stepping stone for him. He wouldn't have gotten the support of the Prescotts without Tyrone. Teddy started to feel anxious as Fabian was just standing there and not cutting Tyrone. He didn't know why Fabian was stalling. Why would he keep his dagger there but not do anything? Teddy thought Fabian was still trying to show off. But he wished Fabian would just slice Tyrone's throat and get it over with. The situation seemed strange. The smile faded from Teddy's face. He had the urge to run over and see what was going on. Naturally, Martin also noticed the abnormality. Fabian had always been decisive. He wouldn't have waited so long when all it took was a simple flick of his
The directors shuddered in fear. Tyrone looked like a devil straight from the pits of hell. Tyrone had realized something was wrong with these people long ago. There had been too many coincidences. Only someone from the inside could have known where Ysabella had been headed. Besides, Ysabella's investigation would have undoubtedly had a negative impact on their interests. The directors quickly confessed to being the ones who hired the kidnappers. Yet when they tried to call the kidnappers, no one picked up."Mr. Hendrick, we really don't know what's going on. The kidnappers aren't listening to us anymore." The man who had spoken up was shivering like a leaf. Tyrone's eyes darkened. Based on the footage of Ysabella's kidnapping, he could tell the kidnappers were highly trained. These directors weren't capable of hiring people like them. Tyrone ignored them and walked out. These people would pay for their actions. …Tyrone drove to York Residence. Louisa was still sitting
This way, Ysabella stood a higher chance of being discovered. Yet the kidnappers found Ysabella's phone. They grabbed it and tossed it away immediately. "Get inside!" The kidnappers pushed Ysabella into a black sedan.Then, Ysabella's face was shoved into a black bag. She couldn't see anything, and her hands were bound. She took several deep breaths while telling herself to calm down. She shouldn't do anything reckless now, or she might get herself killed."She's hot!" exclaimed one of the kidnappers in a perverted way."Keep it in your pants. She's not someone you can lay your fingers on," warned another kidnapper."I'm just saying. Geez." Nonetheless, Ysabella could feel a pair of creepy eyes scanning her body. She could only endure it silently. The kidnappers drove steadily on the road. After a long while, they arrived at their destination.Ysabella was forcefully dragged out of the sedan. Her nose picked up the scent of nature and poop. She deduced that she must have
But when she heard that Horatio and the others were fine, Maisey breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but glance at Ysabella, whose features were truly exquisite and naturally beautiful. Up close, Ysabella's skin was flawless.Even though Maisey had already met Eve, she couldn't deny that Ysabella was indeed very beautiful. In fact, she was so beautiful that even as a woman, Maisey couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy."I'm sorry about earlier," Maisey said, gently touching her belly, which still had a noticeable bump. It gave her a slight sense of reassurance.Ysabella smiled. "It's okay. While your baby is holding on, it's crucial not to get too worked up and to avoid any strenuous activities."The most important thing is to maintain a healthy and pleasant state of mind. Otherwise, there might be risks for your baby."Maisey nodded hurriedly. "I'll make sure to do that.""That's good. I've already saved my number on your phone. Feel free to reach out to me if y
Later on, Irvin got dressed and patted Maisey, who lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed."Stop playing dead. Wake up," he said.However, Maisey didn't wake up, and a faint scent of blood lingered in the air.A sense of unease crept into Irvin's heart. He hurriedly lifted Maisey, but she had lost consciousness.In that moment, Irvin genuinely felt fear gripping his heart, as if something very important was slipping away from him. He carried Maisey and rushed out of the room.Jeremy ran up quickly and asked, "Mr. Irvin, what's—""Get lost!" Irvin shouted as he carried Maisey to the car. Without waiting for Jeremy, he raced to the hospital.Finally, he took Maisey to the emergency room. Irvin's hands trembled incessantly. Time passed by, but there was no sign of activity in the operating room.At that moment, a figure rushed out of the elevator. Without warning, Irvin took a punch to the face.Tyrone stood before him, radiating hostility. Irvin wiped the blood from his m
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly came to a stop in front of the alley.Irvin gazed at the large willow tree at the entrance of the alley, his eyes gradually darkening.He had snuck in here with Ambrose when he was a child. He had been young at the time and had still been eager for what he thought was paternal love.He had attempted to understand why Ambrose liked Tyrone so much.However, after coming here, he hadn't found any answers. He had only observed Tyrone, Ambrose, and that woman from a distance. They had looked like a harmonious family of three.Irony, resentment, and discomfort surged in Irvin's veins.Since then, Irvin's yearning for Ambrose's paternal love had gradually subsided.This was the only way he could ensure minimal emotional harm to himself within this family. It also shaped Irvin's current indifferent personality.But everything changed when he met Maisey.She was money-minded, always seeking small advantages, and exuded a cunning charm from every fiber
Of course, the Vaughns dared not openly discuss these matters in the living room, considering there were so many household staff present.With many people around, there was a risk that the household staff might relay their words to Tyrone, and it would end up causing more harm than good.So they gathered in Marcella's room to discuss the matter.Except for Yelena, everyone was filled with resentment.Belinda furrowed her brow, conflicted. After all, Tyrone was her son-in-law. In a way, he represented her as well. She wasn't pleased with how Yakov spoke about Tyrone, but the latter had also ignored her earlier, which was a blow to her pride.Thinking about this, Belinda's expression turned sour.As everyone criticized Tyrone, she didn't say much."But in this way, how do we get the kid into the Hendricks Consortium?" Yanis asked with a furrowed brow.It was the Hendricks Consortium, after all. It was a symbol of wealth and power. If they could enter the Hendricks Consortium, t
At that moment, it was like a tiger encountering a mouse. Yakov couldn't help but feel afraid at the overwhelming dominance Tyrone exuded. Yakov's face changed repeatedly.Soon, Tyrone withdrew his gaze, and the oppressive air about him instantly disappeared.While Yakov breathed a sigh of relief, his expression turned quite unpleasant again. He couldn't believe that just Tyrone's gaze had frightened him so much.Tyrone didn't bother with Yakov. In his eyes, Yakov was like a mouse in a filthy drain. He wasn't worth his attention.The more Tyrone ignored Yakov, the more Yakov felt that Tyrone was looking down on him, fueling the anger inside him.For someone so self-centered, they couldn't see the good in others and couldn't hear advice. They lived in their own world, believing themselves to be the king of that world.Now that Tyrone had put his spoon down, Marcella followed suit too. The younger generation didn't dare to continue eating.Even though none of them had eaten their
"What's wrong, Mom? Let's eat," Tyrone chuckled.Deep down, Belinda was still somewhat afraid of Tyrone. After all, the ruthless methods Tyrone had displayed in her presence had left her with lingering fear.The seemingly amiable son-in-law in front of her didn't entirely match that cold persona."Sure, let's all sit down," Belinda hurriedly responded.Tyrone held Ysabella's hand and walked to the dining table. Observing the spread, aside from the tomato omelet that Ysabella enjoyed, the rest of the dishes were Yvan's favorites."Oh dear, Ysabella, I knew your favorite is tomato omelet, so I specially made a portion for you," Belinda said with a smile.Ysabella's eyes flickered slightly, looking at Belinda with surprise.Although it was only one dish she liked, Belinda had only ever paid attention to Yvan from the beginning. This was the first time Belinda had noticed what she enjoyed eating.Although there were ulterior motives behind this gathering, it didn't stop the emotion
At that moment, Ysabella's phone vibrated, signaling an incoming call. Although the caller ID didn't reveal the who the caller was, Ysabella knew the home number by heart.Seeing Ysabella's distressed expression, Tyrone looked at her phone and instantly understood the situation. "Let me take this," he offered, picking up Ysabella's phone.Since Louisa had forcefully taken Ysabella away, most of the latter's contact information had been either deactivated or altered. Hence, if Belinda to get her hands on Ysabella's current number, someone must have assisted her. It wasn't difficult to guess who that person might be.A cold smirk appeared on Tyrone's lips as he answered the call, "Hello, Mom."On the other end of the line, Belinda was momentarily taken aback. Hadn't she called Ysabella? Why was Tyrone answering?But none of this affected her good mood. "Oh, Tyrone, how come it's you who answered the phone? Where's Ysabella?""Ysabella went to the restroom, and I picked up when th