Emerson's secretary knocked on the door after five minutes. "Come in!" said Emerson without lifting his head. He was busy cleaning the desk. Joe was wearing his friendly demeanor when he walked in. But when he noticed the leftover breakfast on Emerson's desk, as well as Tyrone, his expression darkened. "Mr. Joe, we meet again," exclaimed Tyrone. Emerson finally realized that he should be meeting with Joe now. "Mr. Rivers, why is he here?" "Tyrone? He's my childhood friend. We were having breakfast together. Take a seat," answered Emerson. Joe was panicking. His plan was to use Emerson to get rid of Tyrone. Since Tyrone was Emerson's childhood friend, things would be complicated for Joe. "I see. Please proceed. I'll visit you another day." "No, stay, stay. He knows nothing about this company. Pretend he isn't here." Emerson got into his character now. He lightly shoved Tyrone. "Make way for Mr. Joe now." Seeing how Emerson kicked Tyrone around like a ball, Joe felt
Tyrone already began investigating Joe's background the moment Belinda said Joe was scheduled to fly back. To his surprise, Joe left Cleyton when Teddy was at his lowest point in life. And then, rumors had it that Teddy's son died in a car accident. It could all be a coincidence, but Tyrone didn't want to leave any stone unturned. "Ty, what do we do now?" Emerson was still worried about Tyrone's bet. They had the money. Now, they needed an excuse that worked. "You'll be busy real soon." "Huh?" Emerson was confused. Tergot Tech was quite stable for a company. Emerson could take a few days off, and it wouldn't implode. "Have you forgotten what Joe left us?" Emerson checked the surroundings. He shook his head. "He didn't leave us anything." Tyrone rolled his eyes. "He said we could use his network. Why don't we take advantage of it?" Emerson had an epiphany. Joe came to him to discuss a possible partnership. And that meant Joe must have told his other business partner
"Give it back!" Ysabella tried to snatch the document from Tyrone's hands, as if it was her secret. "Why did you take out a loan, Ysabella?" It seemed like the cat was out of the bag. "It's none of your business. Get 500 thousand dollars now, or don't bother going home." Ysabella was panicking. She thought yelling at Tyrone would scare him away. But this time, Tyrone did not concede. He approached her. "I have the money. Explain the loan now." "Impossible!" Ysabella wondered why she reacted so hastily. "Tyrone, my mom is not going to forgive you unless you present her with the money. I know she can be unreasonable, but you can just apologize sincerely. I'm sure she will let this slide. 500 thousand dollars is a lot, you know?" Ysabella refused to believe that Tyrone could find 500 thousand dollars in a day. He must be bluffing. "I will not apologize to Belinda," said Tyrone sternly. He was angry. He knew Belinda was serious about the deal. Tyrone had seen her true fac
"Ms ... Ms. Vaughn!" The woman fell to the ground. "Priscilla, just go." "Thanks, Ms. Vaughn. Thank you." Once Priscilla left, there were only three of them in the room. "Ms. Vaughn, you could have told me that you would visit!" "Mr. Rhode, when will you wire me the money?" Ysabella cut to the chase. "Oh, look at me. I'm getting forgetful." "Forget it. Mr. Rhode, I'm here to nullify the contract. Please take out your part of the IOU." Quentin's face turned sour. The plan he had was falling apart. Yes, Quentin did agree to lend Ysabella money. But he didn't specify when. He thought he could use that as leverage to bend Ysabella to his will. Quentin looked at Tyrone and said, "Ms. Vaughn, you brought an outsider with you. Shouldn't we keep this between us?" Ysabella wanted to clarify that Tyrone wasn't an outsider, but Tyrone spoke before she could. "Ms. Vaughn, I should leave you two alone." Tyrone knew that he would be a hindrance there. Ysabella nodded. T
Tyrone was worried about Ysabella's foot injury. He brought her to a nearby clinic for treatment before heading back. The distance between the company and their home wasn't much. It was only a little more than a mile. Ysabella was leaning on Tyrone's back. She was light as a feather. They talked on and off. The atmosphere between them wasn't as awkward as before. It was already 10 pm when they reached the entrance of their home. "You can put me down now."Tyrone didn't comply. He said while taking out his keys, "The doctor said that you need two days of bed rest. You should only walk after a week …""I'm not a cripple! I can still stand on my own."Tyrone ignored her and opened the door. As he stood at the door, Belinda was on the phone in the living room. "It's a pity you couldn't come yesterday, Joe. Tyrone is a fool. I don't know why he even dared to make a bet of 50 thousand dollars. It's already 10 pm, and he still isn't back. I bet he doesn't dare to show his face
"Hello? Aunty?"Joe accepted the call. He felt confused and somewhat unhappy. He had just gotten off the phone with Belinda. Why had she called again so soon?"Joe, I have a question for you. Did you really write a check worth 500 thousand dollars for Tyrone? Were you tricked by him?"Joe felt his head throb. He couldn't believe that Tyrone had exposed him. "Aunty, I did write that check. But I wasn't tricked into doing it."Joe did have the urge to say that Tyrone had scammed him. But he wasn't stupid. If he admitted that he had been tricked, it would be the same as saying he had been dumb enough to fall for it.Everyone knew Tyrone was a piece of trash. If news got out that Joe had been tricked by Tyrone, he would become a laughing stock. Joe couldn't allow that to happen. "Are you sure you weren't tricked? Think carefully about this, Joe. This money is very important." Belinda hinted anxiously. She had just spoken to him about the bet. Why wasn't he picking up on that?
Suddenly, realization struck the real estate agents. They quickly adjusted their attire and anxiously ran out the door to welcome the owner of the sports car. This could be an important customer. Even if he bought the cheapest unit, the commission would be worth a few thousand dollars. They were determined to get the customer for themselves. A crimson sports car screeched to a halt at the entrance of the sales office. The people in the car sighed in relief. They were still coming off the high of driving a fancy car. "That feels great! A normal car can't even hold a candle to a sports car!" Luna, who sat in the front passenger seat, had been excited since last night. Soon, she'll be buying a villa too. That was the life! The driver was none other than Tyrone's brother-in-law, Yvan."I'll buy anything for you, as long as you like it," Yvan said with the air of a successful person.That was the reason why Luna had brought up Silverpeak Gardens to Yvan as soon as they had gotte
Tyrone was already used to the insults. He picked his ears and ignored them. "Are you done? If you're done, go and buy your house," Tyrone said. The smile on Yvan's face faded. He even started to wonder if there was something wrong with Tyrone's ears or brain. Just last night, 500 thousand dollars had been snatched away from him. Over half of it had already been spent. It seemed like that hadn't been enough of a blow for Tyrone. Seeing that, Yvan decided to spend it all. Tyrone wouldn't be able to keep his cool then!"Are you unhappy that I called you a loser? Might as well. I'll teach you a lesson on Joe's behalf after I buy a house." Yvan then waved his hand and said, "Show me the best house you have. I'll take it!" He took out his card and slammed it on the table. He was confident in the amount of money he had. After all, there were still 300 thousand dollars on the card. It had to be enough to buy a house.Justin and the other real estate agents held their breaths i
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