Making a Comeback

Chapter 4 Coming

As Tyrone spoke, he pulled out his phone and gave Cole a call. His tone was arrogant and demanding as he asked Cole to meet him in the lobby within three minutes. He threatened to leave if Cole didn't show up within the agreed time.

Quinton Watson and the two receptionists' eyes widened in shock as Tyrone put on majestic airs, as though he were the heir of their company.

However, as they looked at his uniform, laughter soon bubbled out of them, filling the entire lobby. They thought Tyrone had lost his mind.

"Save me! Haha! I—I can't stand it anymore. I feel like I'll die from laughing too hard. It would be a waste of talent if this dude doesn't go into acting." Quinton laughed hysterically. "A—a hundred housing units? If you really can sell that many to Mr. Bennet, I'll lick your shoes in public!"

Just as he finished mocking Tyrone, security guards rushed over, having received the receptionist's call. Seeing them, Quinton was done with the nonsense and pointed impatiently at Tyrone. "Take this bastard away from here."

"Fucker, it's you again!"

"Humph! You were lucky to escape quickly last time. Let's see how we punish you this time."

Once the security guards finished speaking, they waved their batons at Tyrone. Upon hearing the sharp sound of them whistling toward him, Tyrone's expression turned cold. However, he successfully dodged one of the guard's batons. It smashed the coffee table into pieces.

Feeling embarrassed, the guard was about to launch the second attack, but a middle-aged man with a beer belly ran out of the elevator, shouting, "All of you stop!"

Everyone froze immediately, not daring to move. Then they lined up respectfully once they saw who it was.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bennet!"

"Mr. Bennet? Why are you here? You could have just called me if you needed something."

When the receptionist saw Cole staring at Tyrone, she feared her bonus would be deducted, so she glared at Tyrone, whispering her threat. "Tyrone Hendrick! Why are you still standing there? Get the hell out of here!"

"Yes! You still have a chance of escaping. At least you won't get beaten up."

Cole felt a jolt surge through his body when he heard Tyrone's name, thinking, "It's him! It really is him!"

Then he glanced at the coffee table, which had been shattered into pieces. When he saw Tyrone was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief before exploding in anger. "You're asking him to leave? The people who should leave are you lot! A bunch of useless, pretentious bullies! Do you know who he is? He's the—"

"You're Mr. Bennet, right? I hope you'll go to the real estate department of Jenkin Group to buy 100 housing units tomorrow. What do you say?" Tyrone interrupted Cole before the latter revealed his identity. After all, he didn't want too many people to know who he really was.

The crowd was shocked; no one had expected Tyrone to be so brazen and ask for a hundred housing units. A single unit cost more than a million dollars. If he were to sell 100 units, he'd make a total of 100 million dollars. Had he gone mad?

But what stunned the crowd even more was when Cole respectfully nodded to him. Usually, Cole was frugal, but now he was willing to spend 100 million dollars without hesitation. "Mr. Hendrick, leave it to me. I'll be there on time before 9 am!"

Hearing this, Quinton, the two receptionists, and the guards shared the same thought: "Oh my! The world has gone mad."

Tyrone shifted his eyes to Quinton, who was in a trance. He got up and gently slapped Quinton's face twice. "Well, you've lost, but you don't need to lick my shoes. Your mouth is too dirty and smelly. It disgusts me."

Then he looked at the time and saw that it was close to 6 pm. He murmured while rushing out, "Shit, I'm late to make dinner."

"What? Make dinner?" Cole thought he'd heard it wrong. The world's most prestigious heir was going home to cook? It must be a joke. Or was it some kind of role-play? Cole justified his thoughts, thinking that role-playing was quite popular among the rich these days.

"Mr. Hendrick—" Cole had wanted to say something, but Tyrone had already sped off in his scooter.

"Mr. Bennet, did you make a mistake? That bastard—"

Cole turned to glare at Quinton and sneered. "You're the one who made a mistake! You can collect your last salary from the finance department. Don't bother coming in to work tomorrow. That's all."

After that, Cole left without looking back. He would never have someone Tyrone disliked stay in the company. All the color seemed to drain from Quinton's face, and he fell to the ground. Seeing that, the two receptionists quickly tore down the blacklist with fear gripping their hearts.

Who was this Tyrone Hendrick?

…

The moment Tyrone entered the house, he heard a complaint from inside.

"Do you know what time it is? Are you deliberately trying to starve us? Who do you think you are?" Ysabella's eldest brother, Yvan Vaughn, was the first to scold him.

Ysabella's mom, Belinda Sims, who had been busy in the kitchen, poked her head out when she heard that. "It's fine if you're a useless bastard. Don't tell me you don't even know how to cook now. Do you want to get kicked out?"

"Mom, I had some work to deal with. I—"

"What? Ysabella locked herself in her room after she returned from work. From the looks of it, she even cried. Did you upset her?"

Tyrone was taken aback and looked at the closed bedroom door. Still, he finished making dinner first before going into the room.

When he entered the room, Ysabella was in the midst of preparing her stockings, making him recall what Timothy had said. For the first time since they'd gotten married, Tyrone lost his temper.

"Ysabella Vaughn! What are you doing? Do you really want me to get cuckolded? You can treat me like a leech in this family, but what about your own dignity? Are you going to degrade yourself and go to dinner with Timothy? Are you going to wear these stockings and let him tear each one up and have fun with your body? Can't you show yourself some respect?"