After covering a considerable distance, Ysabella had regained her composure, now embodying the persona of Fiona.Ysabella composed her emotions and chuckled lightly. "I just happened to be here on a business trip. I finished up some work and got caught in the traffic on the way."She gestured toward the congested traffic not far away.Tyrone glanced at it and asked, "Do you have plans for the afternoon?"Ysabella, who had foregone sleep the previous night to finalize a merger, had initially intended to spend the afternoon catching up on rest in her hotel. But now she shook her head. "I have no plans. Everything's sorted out."Tyrone smiled. "That's great, then. Ms. Crenshaw, could you help Nia pick out some clothes? It's a bit inconvenient for a guy like me to handle that.""Nia?" Ysabella's gaze fell on Nia, her expression filled with curiosity.The girl possessed delicate features and flawless skin that could be described as velvety, bright eyes, and even dimples. Even Ysa
Ysabella stepped forward, helping Nia fasten the bra's back, saying, "Just make sure to button the top ones here."Nia nodded.The fitting room had a mirror. As Nia looked at herself, she became even more shy. She was momentarily unsure of what to do.Ysabella smirked and laughed gently. "It's okay. You're very pretty. Be confident. You're not any less than anyone else."Ysabella could sense Nia's lack of confidence. After all, she was a girl who had just emerged from the mountains, and everything outside was unfamiliar to her.At this moment, Nia gradually understood why the uncles had insisted on Tyrone bringing her out.Ysabella placed her hand on Nia's back, and the latter instinctively straightened up."Look at how good you look now. Regardless of whether one is beautiful or not, confidence is the most important thing," Ysabella reassured.Nia nodded and straightened her posture, saying, "I will work on being more confident."Ysabella smiled without saying much more and w
Ysabella finally understood why Tyrone had bought so many things for Nia. After helping Nia adjust the water's temperature for her shower, Ysabella's expression slightly darkened when Nia went into the bathroom. After all, she had known Tyrone for many years. The suspicion in his eyes and the way he had looked at her seemed off.Had she been too friendly towards Nia, leading Tyrone to start doubting her? Ysabella wasn't sure what had gone wrong, but she had to be more careful. If Tyrone discovered her true identity, Louisa might take drastic action.…In his room, Tyrone sat on his bed, contemplating Ysabella's situation.Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside. Tyrone thought it might be Fiona or Nia. As he opened the door, his eyes froze upon seeing a tall man in a black suit and sunglasses.The man had a powerful bearing He clearly wasn't someone to be taken lightly. "Are you here for revenge or to repay debt?" Tyrone said with a half-smile, his eyes full of vigila
It was just torturous enough to make Tyrone feel miserable. Knowing that he didn't have the upper hand, Tyrone caved in."Give us some privacy," said Wilbur plainly. Jackson stashed the knife away, nodded, and stood behind Wilbur. "I brought you here to talk about Clifford," continued Wilbur.Tyrone lifted his face in confusion. "I can treat his facial paralysis. But Clifford won't let me help him. What can I do?""Clifford also has another sickness," Wilbur revealed with a mix of disgust and sadness on his face. Tyrone was intrigued. He had secretly checked Clifford's pulse once. Other than his facial paralysis, Clifford had been as healthy as a horse."But swear that you won't tell anyone," warned Wilbur. Before Tyrone could say anything, Jackson brandished his knife again. Fine. Tyrone didn't want to argue with someone armed. He swallowed whatever he wanted to say and complied, saying, "Okay." What illness could possibly be so grave that Wilbur had to kidnap him and as
"Are you sure about it? By turning this down, you will become our enemy. Unless … you like Clifford too?" Wilbur's tone was dripping with murderous intent. If that were true, Wilbur would kill Tyrone right away.Clifford might resent him for it, but so what? The Guthrie family must and could only belong to Clifford. Wilbur wouldn't let anyone change that, and he would do anything to make that happen."No, I'm straight. Very straight. And I love my wife a lot," said Tyrone with a grin. Wilbur looked at Tyrone, baffled. Tyrone continued resolutely, "I don't want to toy with someone's feelings. I don't want to be my father."Wilbur was stunned. It felt like déjà vu—Ambrose had said the same thing when he was young as well. But what had happened in the end? Ambrose had fathered 17 children, all of whom were from different women. And many more women had their hearts broken by him. That promise was just the result of Ambrose's cockiness.Wilbur replied confidently, "You will regr
Ysabella even thought about calling Louisa and asking her to locate Tyrone. She would owe Louisa another favor, but she didn't mind that. Just as Ysabella was about to take her phone out to make the call, a familiar, playful voice sounded behind her. "Why are you in my room?"Ysabella turned around in astonishment. Tyrone's white shirt and black slacks were all crumpled and wrinkly. His smirk was tired, and he looked like he had had a rough day. Ysabella almost lost control of her emotions and threw herself into Tyrone's arms. She had to pinch herself to stop herself from acting that way.Nia, however, went ahead and threw herself into Tyrone's arms. She croaked, "Why did you go? I thought you abandoned me."Tyrone found the sudden physical contact uncomfortable, but he couldn't deny that it made him feel warm inside. He patted Nia's head and said, "I went out to take a stroll. Sorry. I won't do it again."Nia said okay in a shaky voice before tightening her arms around Tyron
Only a convenience store was open other than the kebab shop. Tyrone sighed. Instant noodles or kebab? He decided to go with kebab. At least it would be fresh. He headed to the kebab shop and pushed the door open. There were waiters and customers inside."What would you like to have?" greeted a waiter enthusiastically.Tyrone sat next to a wall, looked at the menu, and said, "One kebab, please.""Do you have any allergies?""No." The waiter turned and shouted to the kitchen in a language Tyrone didn't understand before leaving. Tyrone took his phone out to read the news.Suddenly, the door flung wide open. An unfriendly-looking, burly, 30-something-year-old man entered the shop. He sat next to Tyrone. It was hard to tell whether he had done it on purpose or not. "One kebab, please," the man yelled. His voice was robust."Okay!" The waiter then relayed the message to the kitchen in another language. Tyrone observed the burly man silently. He could tell that the guy had a simi
Tyrone had a hunch that things were more complicated than he thought. Fortunately for him, he had his phone, so he could easily hail a cab and return to the hotel. …A few days later, Ambrose was discharged. He wanted to return to Stillmond with Ysabella and Tyrone.Ysabella drove Tyrone to the airport early in the morning. When she boarded the plane, she was surprised to see Ambrose, who was reclining on the seat. While she had never met her father-in-law properly, she had seen him many times on the news and in economic magazines. She remembered Ambrose's face."Hi, Mr. Hendrick Senior," greeted Ysabella politely. Ambrose looked at Ysabella coldly. He concluded she was plain and chubby. Ambrose grumbled in response."Sit next to me," proposed Tyrone, trying to make Ysabella feel less awkward. Ysabella nodded and sat next to him. She didn't feel awkward at all. She was sitting next to the window and could admire the view outside.The cabin was spacious and luxurious. This
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