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
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
Tyrone Hendrick stood outside the manager's office of Jenkin Group's real estate company in Cleyton. He was one of the company's sales agents. After straightening his clothes, he entered the office. "How many times have I told you to knock before coming in? Is that so hard to remember?" "Honey, we're husband and wife. Why are there so many rules between us?" Tyrone forced a laugh; he'd known that he'd be told off. Ysabella Vaughn, the operations manager of Jenkin Group, glared at him before shooting up from her seat. "Honey? If I'm your wife, why don't you make me proud? How many housing units have you sold since I brought you into the company? It's been three months! I bet you're too ashamed to say it, so I'll help you out. You've sold zero units! Zero! You don't even have a potential client! Have you become completely useless after staying at home for three years? Honestly, given the current state of the property market, even a fool could do better than you!" Upon hearing his
100 housing units? Although the other employees knew about Piers bullying Tyrone, no one expected him to be so ruthless. Selling 100 housing units in a day was an impossible task. Even the legends in real estate could only sell 80 to 90 housing units in two weeks. A flurry of whispers filled the room, and Ysabella soon rushed over after getting the news. Despite knowing that Piers was the one making things difficult for Tyrone, she forced a smile at him. After all, he was her superior, so he called the shots. "Mr. Barnes, don't you think that's unrealistic? Why don't we do this? I'll—" "Enough!" Piers interrupted her with a cold expression. Without showing any mercy, he continued, "Ms. Vaughn, our department has become the laughing stock of not only Jenkin Group but also the entire real estate industry in Cleyton because you brought in this useless guy. So you're part of the problem too. If your pathetic husband can't sell 100 housing units by 9 am tomorrow, you'll be kicked ou
"What? Is someone trying to hurt you? I'll send over—" "No. It's not that troublesome. Money can easily solve this problem, and I need more than 100 million dollars," Tyrone said."Oh, you gave me a shock." Karl sat back in his chair. After recovering, he said, "100 million dollars is no problem. I can even transfer a billion dollars to you! But—" "I understand. If I use my family's resources, it invalidates the agreement to break away from them. However, I can't return right away. I have to stay in Cleyton for a while." "Really?" Karl, who was usually composed, was overjoyed after hearing Tyrone's promise. He'd been waiting for this for years. "This is great! Don't worry about it. As long as you agree to return to the family, everything else is negotiable. Don't you know your father values you the most among the Hendricks' many successors?"Tyrone fell silent again; he didn't want to continue this conversation. After exchanging a few more words, he got straight to the point. "
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 T
Ysabella's eyes widened in astonishment, and her mouth hung open as she stared at Tyrone. This seemed to be the first time he'd gotten angry at her. She felt aggrieved all of a sudden. "Tyrone Hendrick! You dare call yourself a man? Wow! You even dare to scold me now, huh? Why didn't you get mad at Timothy Jenkin when he humiliated your wife right in front of you? Who do you think I'm doing all of this for? Would I have had to suffer such shame if you'd been a capable man? Would I need to offer myself up on a plate, huh?" Tyrone hung his head in silence for a long time. Indeed, he knew very well that Ysabella had been looked down on and had to suffer people talking behind her back after she'd married him. He got distressed as he heard her sobbing, and his anger dissipated. He walked over, trying to gently pat her shoulder and comfort her, but she pushed him away. "Don't touch me!" Disgusted, Ysabella complained, "I've had enough of you. Honestly, I'm tired after putting up with
Ysabella's father was from a rich family, but he'd been kicked out ten years ago because he hadn't been good enough. Now, he was managing a company under the Vaughn family business that was almost on the brink of ruin. Yet he was an authoritarian at home. "What? Dad, you're kidding me, right? Move out? Why?" Ysabella stared at her father in shock."Because I'm the owner of this house." Yannick put down his cutlery and looked at Ysabella without a hint of humor on his face. Then he glanced at Yvan, who looked pleased, and said, "Your brother has a girlfriend, and they're about to get married. She told us that she doesn't like a crowded house and hoped that no one else would stay here other than the four of us.""Dad! How can you—" "Hear me out. I've considered this matter seriously. Of my three children, only Yasmine is still in college, and she's living in the dorm. As for you, you're doing great. At least you can afford to rent a house." "Why should I go out and rent a place