Chuck struggled to maintain his smile, seemingly puzzled as to how he had provoked this specter of death. "So, where is Tyrone? Tell me, or your pure gold shop will turn into scrap metal," Irvin threatened."Irvin, who is Tyrone? How would I know where he is?"A cold smirk appeared on Irvin's lips, and his subordinate immediately said, "Stop pretending. He spent over ten billion to buy this shop, and you're saying you don't know him?"Chuck was sweating profusely. "You must be mistaken. Tyrone doesn't own this shop. It was bought by a Mr. Lowe."The subordinate slammed a photo of Tyrone entering the shop with Chuck in it onto the desk. Seeing the photo, Chuck broke into a sweat, stuttering without knowing what to say.Irvin simply watched him, his silence breaking down Chuck's defenses step by step."Don't tell me you don't recognize the person in the picture," Irvin said with a cold laugh."He ... He is my boss, Mr. Lowe," Chuck replied."I don't care what his name is. You
"I will go with you, but I must attend the funeral first!" Tyrone stated each word distinctly."Mr. Hendrick, please don't make this difficult for us!" If Tyrone didn't cooperate, they were prepared to take him away by force.Tyrone sneered coldly, glanced at the burly man, then took out his phone to call Irvin. "Irvin, you better have your men clear the way. I'll go with them after the funeral. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind giving my shares directly to Elijah."After receiving a call from above, the burly man, despite his reluctance, cleared a path for Tyrone.Their men intended to follow up the mountain, but Tyrone strictly forbade them. He didn't want these people to disrupt the solemnity of Gordon's burial.The burly man had no choice but to wait at the foothill, determined not to let Tyrone escape again.Watching Gordon's peaceful burial, Tyrone finally exhaled in relief."Go now. I'll distract them," Neil urged.Tyrone looked at Gordon's tombstone with a smile. "No need, Unc
Tyrone followed them into the car. And this time, without any mishaps, they arrived at a high-end club in Stillmond. Irvin was seated in an antique-looking tea room, calmly sipping his tea. When Tyrone entered, he was greeted by Irvin's seemingly peaceful composure, which almost made his teeth ache with irritation. If Irvin were indeed peaceful, Chuck wouldn't be hospitalized, and he wouldn't be here."Tyrone, have a seat." Irvin gestured to the seat opposite him.The brothers hadn't seen each other in years, but there was no joy in their reunion, only a persistent chill in their gazes. A man in a suit entered and placed a document in front of Tyrone.Without even looking at it, Tyrone addressed him with a smile. "What's this about, Irvin?""Just take a look. If there's no issue, go ahead and sign it. You're my brother, and I would never shortchange you," Irvin spoke with a soothing tone as if discussing a trivial matter.Curious, Tyrone opened the contract. As expected, it
"Drive quickly," Tyrone commanded, gripping a woman's throat from behind.The woman glanced at Tyrone through the rearview mirror and swiftly started the car. In the clubhouse, Irvin kicked the surveillance monitor in frustration."You're all useless, letting him escape even when he's half-dead," Irvin said with intense anger. His subordinates stood silently, heads bowed, not daring to utter a word in response to his fury."What are you still doing here? Go after him! I want him found, alive or dead, or I'll skin you myself," he barked out the orders, causing his men to shiver. They knew full well that when Irvin talked about skinning someone, he wasn't speaking metaphorically.In comparison to Irvin, Elijah could be considered an upstanding citizen. However, Irvin was adept at concealing his true nature.The woman who left with Tyrone was not afraid of him. She casually picked up a piece of gum, offered some to Tyrone with a glance, and started chewing. Tyrone, keeping his expr
Louisa put down the cigarette holder and sized up Tyrone, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so useless."Tyrone responded with a sarcastic laugh. "Sorry to disappoint you with my uselessness.""Then your life isn't worth much either," Louisa said as she casually pulled out a knife and tossed it toward Tyrone. "Take care of it yourself." The blade glinted menacingly. It easily sliced through anything in its path, as evidenced by the effortless toss that cut through the air."I can give you a lot of money," Tyrone said.Louisa scoffed and took a drag of her cigarette, looking at him dismissively, "Do you think I lack money?""No," Tyrone replied, already calculating his chances of escape. Looking out the window, he estimated they were on the second or third floor. Taking Louisa hostage might increase his chances of getting out.Louisa seemed to read his thoughts. "You can't beat me." To prove her point, she effortlessly disarmed Tyrone and choked him with one hand, all while
"What are you doing?" Tyrone blurted out in fear."I'm chopping up pork knuckles for you, sir," said the burly housemaid matter-of-factly.Yeah. Tyrone almost forgot that the burly housemaid was quite … quirky, to put it nicely. Noticing Tyrone's uneasiness, the burly housemaid sneered and stashed the cleaver away. She then continued cleaning the room.Since then, Tyrone stopped asking the burly housemaid to do anything for him. He even hid all the cleavers and knives away, just in case the housemaid went berserk one day and killed him. Man. The Yorks were full of weirdos.One day, the burly housemaid suddenly returned Tyrone's phone. Tyrone looked at her, puzzled. Did the housemaid booby-trap his phone, and when he opened it, it'd blow up on his face and blast his head off? Tyrone could totally see the burly housemaid and Louisa do that.The burly housemaid saw the fear in Tyrone's eyes and knew what Tyrone was thinking about. She sniggered. "I wish I could kill you. That would s
"Sarcasm is the language of the devil." Eve would have lashed out at Tyrone if her mother wasn't in the kitchen.Tyrone assumed a serious composure and stopped bickering with Eve. "Get me a new identity. I want to see Ysabella.""It's only been a month, and you can't live without her already?""A single woman like you will never understand.""Talk back again, and I'll terrorize you like Louisa did." Suddenly, Eve's phone vibrated. She looked at her phone, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.Tyrone was surprised. Eve was in love now? What kind of man could reign her in?Far away in Cleyton, Tara did not know what to feel about the boxes of soft toys in her bar. Those fake fur plushies were softer than real fur plushies. Tara wanted to be buried by them.However, the toys were sent by Eve. Tara hated them because Eve was her rival, her enemy who wanted to steal Tyrone from her. Tara was stuck in a dilemma. Just when the staffer tried to toss those toys away, Tara took them an
Tyrone gripped the handle on the car roof to support his lower body. Then he kicked the driver-side window and slid into the front seat. Inside the trash bin, Ysabella was woken up by the loud crash. She tried to open the lid to get her bearing, but she heard a loud voice,"Go back inside!"Ysabella turtled back into the bin. She heard people fighting and groaning outside. And then, there was a thunderous braking screech. Ysabella clenched her teeth to stop herself from making any noise. She didn't know why she listened to the voice. It was a familiar voice that reassured her.After what felt like an eternity, the commotion outside subsided. The car also stopped moving. The bin lid was lifted. Before Ysabella could give her aggressor a fatal punch, she saw Tyrone with a bloodied face.Tyrone brushed Ysabella's cheek and smiled. He croaked, "You're safe now."Ysabella's heart was pounding quickly. Inside the dimly lit car, Tyrone looked at Ysabella with his back against the light s
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