"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
"I don't see why I couldn't qualify," Ysabella said, each word dripping with confidence. "I wasn't any less capable than anyone else. I was willing to put in the time and effort. I had nothing to be ashamed of."Louisa took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled slowly. "Sky Height, Target Tech, Sky High—behind all these big names stands Tyrone. Emerson is just his puppet. Do you still think you earned that position because of your abilities?""What are you talking about?" Ysabella stared at Louisa in disbelief.Mary placed a document in front of Ysabella that contained detailed information about the three companies Louisa had mentioned. Clearly stated on the document was that Tyrone was the owner of all three companies.But how could that be possible? How could Tyrone have such power?"Only fools like you would have regarded Tyrone as a pushover," said Louisa.Ysabella's grip on the document tightened until her fingers turned white. She desperately wished it was all a lie, but th
Despite being a woman, Mary was once a trained killing machine from a certain Ecrawana organization. In her eyes, Tyrone didn't even qualify as a threat.Lying on the ground, thoroughly beaten, Tyrone deeply realized the vast difference between himself and Mary, the round-faced maid. He knew that trying to overpower her physically was impossible. So, he attempted to outwit her, attempted to distract Mary, and made his escape.However, Mary quickly saw through his plan and promptly launched another round of heavy blows. Tyrone felt every inch of his body ached from the relentless beating. He sensed his bones might shatter under the force. Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound. He was determined to get up and leave.In the end, he lay there, bloodied and battered, unable to lift even a single finger. Mary lifted him with one hand and placed him back on the hospital bed, facing Louisa."How are you feeling now, more lucid?" Louisa asked, her tone casual wh
The words of comfort remained stuck in his throat, unspoken. Tyrone squatted down and gave instructions to the two children. Then, he stood up and said a polite word of thanks to Emerson before grabbing his belongings and leaving.He entrusted everything in Shoredale to Emerson and resolutely made his way to Stillmond, a dangerous place akin to walking into the lion's den.On the plane, Giselle encountered Tyrone once again. However, this time, Tyrone seemed different from her memory. The smile on his face was absent, and he exuded an aura of "stay away" from head to toe.Giselle didn't know why, but she felt somewhat uneasy. When it was time to check Tyrone's seatbelt, she deliberately slowed down and approached him with a teasing tone. "Why the gloomy face? Did your wife catch you cheating and leave you?"As soon as she finished speaking, Giselle felt her body's hair stand on end. The icy glare Tyrone shot her felt like a hand squeezing her throat tightly.Coldness and cruelty f
But poor Ambrose indeed. He still bickered with Tyrone in spite of his frail body. Meanwhile, all the other Hendrick siblings heard that Tyrone went home. Naturally, they began to panic. They had worked together to kick Tyrone out because he was the most promising candidate to be the heir apparent.If Tyrone came back, none of them would stand a chance at all."What's the point of coming back here, Tyrone?" Ambrose sniggered. "Your brothers and sisters have already claimed a slice of the cake. You can't make your comeback with that tiny casino you own.""Don't beat it till you try it." Tyrone put down the bowl and stood up. He helped Ambrose to lie on the bed. "You should get some rest now.""When did I ever say I need to rest, you brat?" In fact, Ambrose could barely lift his eyebrows anymore. He was exhausted."I'll return to my room then," Tyrone left, ignoring Ambrose's protest.After Tyrone left, Ambrose remarked weakly, "He has changed a lot.""He has had a few rough years
Ambrose gave Tyrone the side eye. How he wished to sew Tyrone's lips together. He did not need Tyrone to remind him of the hurtful truth. "If you're coming back to this family, you must do something for us."Tyrone looked at Ambrose, waiting for the latter to finish his sentence. However, Ambrose was, in fact, waiting for Tyrone to bring it up. Tyrone's lack of reaction peeved Ambrose greatly. Why did he even bother to help Tyrone, then?Despite his annoyance, Ambrose continued, "Our trade company in Stillmond needs a leader now. Manage it, will you? Don't make it go bankrupt.""Sure." Tyrone then got up and left."How ungrateful," Ambrose grumbled.Compared to the business empire the Hendricks owned, the trade company in Stillmond was almost trivial. It didn't boast a huge profit margin. However, all goods manufactured by the Hendricks had to go through it before they were exported worldwide.Therefore, it played the role of a central hub. In the afternoon, Tyrone drove to the c
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