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
"So, do you want to bet against me?" Tyrone provoked. All operators looked at the stack of cash greedily. It was almost one month of their salary. However, the topless man was no idiot. If Tyrone was a skillful player, he might lose every penny before he could get his hands on those banknotes.As the topless man hesitated, Tyrone picked up the cards expertly and began to perform tricks. Tyrone asked what game they wanted to play. A tattooed man suggested a simple game, and Tyrone nodded. He then gave the card deck to the man and let him deal the card.The game has begun. It was too late for the topless man to quit. Everyone was looking at him, and he would look like a coward if he ran away now. Fortunately, Tyrone lost the first round, and lost all the money on the table. The topless man felt more confident."Dude, you suck. Are you sure you want to gamble again?" The tattooed man cackled.Tyrone remained calm. He then borrowed money from Florent, to which the latter happily compli
15 minutes later, all the security guards had been beaten up and were begging for mercy. Tyrone's workers had never felt this satisfied before. They could finally punish those guards for their condescending attitude.Tyrone lifted the obese warehouse manager and asked, "Where are the goods for the trading company?""We don't—" The manager swallowed whatever excuse when he saw Tyrone's murderous eyes. He continued sheepishly, "In Warehouse Two."Tyrone then let go of the manager and approached Florent. "Do you have the bill of materials?""Yes, sir. Over here.""Come. Let's pick up the goods." Tyrone then led the group to Warehouse Two.Laying on the hospital bed, Irvin coughed out blood when he heard that Tyrone had taken that batch of goods away. Those were no ordinary goods. Irvin was also trying to smuggle something away."What did I pay you for? You just let him take the goods away like that?" Irvin howled. His underlings kept quiet and looked down. "Don't just stand there.
"Didn't we submit the invoice at the beginning of this month?" Tyrone tapped the desk with his fingers.Florent nodded. Undoubtedly, the HQ was trying to withhold the payment to the company. Four weeks were more than enough time to process the transaction. Not to mention, only the best accountants were hired in HQ.After Irvin was hospitalized, Elijah resumed the helm of HQ. Elijah was hellbent on making Tyrone's life difficult. He wanted to see how long Tyrone could last with his own money. But soon enough, something unexpected happened—all companies working with the Hendricks began paying Tyrone's company directly.While this didn't affect HQ greatly—it had enough liquidity to sustain itself for months without any external revenue—it put Elijah in a difficult situation. Those old gaffers on the board found it humiliating to stoop to Tyrone, so they put pressure on Elijah instead.All bad things kept piling up on Elijah's end. After a meeting, Elijah kicked his desk out of frustra
"So, do you want to work with me?" asked Serena."Do you? I will not be a puppet, and in the end, I might turn on you.""I'm not afraid of that. To side with a hunter, one must prepare to be hunted.""We have a deal then." Tyrone and Serena shook hands.Serena had been working for the family far longer than Tyrone had. Naturally, her network was broader and wider than Tyrone's. That made Tyrone realize the gap between him and Irvin or Elijah. Years away from the family had not only set Tyrone back in terms of wealth but also social capital. And social capital was often more valuable than money.Today, Serena introduced Tyrone to all the bigwigs in Stillmond. Out of respect for Serena, they greeted Tyrone courteously. But they promptly ignored him afterward. Tyrone wasn't mad. He had to earn their respect because he had no power or outstanding achievements.Serena was quite satisfied with the level of maturity Tyrone showed."There'll be a charity gala this Sunday organized by al
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