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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 110
Tyler’s gaze remained fixed on Jane, her trembling hands, stained with her own blood, trembling before his eyes. The room itself seemed to close in around them, its dimly lit walls casting long shadows that danced menacingly, mirroring the turmoil of their emotions. It was a grim and eerie scene, one that would haunt their memories for years to come.His heart ached with a mix of compassion and anxiety, his mind racing to decipher the unspeakable horror before him. The question hung in the air, heavy with concern, as Tyler implored once more, “Jane, what did you do? What did your brother ask you to do?”Tears welled up in Jane’s eyes, and the weight of her secret pressed down on her. She struggled to find the words to explain the unimaginable. “I… I didn’t know what to do, so…” Her voice trailed off, and the room’s oppressive silence seemed to amplify the tension in the air. Tyler’s patience was tested as he yearned for answers, but he suppressed his impatience, knowing that Jane need
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 111
As Tyler managed to calm Jane's anxiety and left her in a more composed state, he assured her that he would return with the funds needed for the surgery. Jane, overwhelmed with gratitude, pledged to do anything in her power to repay the debt that Tyler might take on for her. His reassurances were a comforting balm for her troubled soul.Tyler's departure left Jane with a renewed sense of hope and determination. She was ready to face the uncertain future and do whatever it took to ensure her brother's well-being. Tyler had become her lifeline, and she was deeply thankful for his support.Sitting in the taxi on his way back home, Tyler's mind was abuzz with thoughts of how he would approach Lady Guila to request financial assistance. He wasn't sure of the best way to go about it, but he knew he had to try. The soft strains of an R&B track played in the background, offering a soothing backdrop to his contemplation. Though the music didn't provide a definitive solution, it did help ease t
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 112
Lady Guila’s penetrating stare remained fixed on Tyler, her elegant features reflecting her inner turmoil as his words muddled her thoughts. Her hand, adorned with delicate rings, gently returned the goblet of fruit juice to its ornate resting place on the polished wooden table. Her eyes never left Tyler as she mulled over his cryptic statement, the jovial laughter she’d recently indulged in vanishing, replaced by a contemplative furrow of her brow.Tyler, in turn, found himself in an increasingly uncomfortable predicament. The weight of Lady Guila’s scrutiny bore down upon him, and he struggled to find words to clarify the situation. His teeth clenched involuntarily as he maintained unwavering eye contact, his mind racing to decipher the enigma of Lady Guila’s thoughts. The atmosphere in the room grew thicker with each passing moment, like an impending storm brewing on the horizon.With a measured grace that matched her regal demeanor, Lady Guila finally broke the silence. Her voice,
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 113
“Stop mother! Please!” Andrea screamed.As the anguished cry reverberated throughout the house, the intensity of the moment became palpable. In that bright and tense room, he stood at the entrance, his face a portrait of empathy, and he took deliberate steps toward the scene. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the onlookers, both Tyler and Lady Guila, couldn’t tear their eyes away from this unfolding drama. Lady Buila, a specter of disapproval, furrowed her brow and lowered her gaze.Tyler, gripped by a tempest of emotions, found himself on the precipice of uncontrollable rage and seething anger. His gaze was fixated on Andrea, who was approaching with measured, confident steps. Andrea was impeccably dressed in a sleek, black suit that exuded an air of sophistication, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around him.“Please, Mother, reconsider,” Andrea implored, his voice trembling with feigned pity and empathy. He clasped his hands tightly, a plea written across his face a
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 114
Lady Guila’s penetrating stare remained fixed on Tyler, her elegant features reflecting her inner turmoil as his words muddled her thoughts. Her hand, adorned with delicate rings, gently returned the goblet of fruit juice to its ornate resting place on the polished wooden table. Her eyes never left Tyler as she mulled over his cryptic statement, the jovial laughter she’d recently indulged in vanishing, replaced by a contemplative furrow of her brow.Tyler, in turn, found himself in an increasingly uncomfortable predicament. The weight of Lady Guila’s scrutiny bore down upon him, and he struggled to find words to clarify the situation. His teeth clenched involuntarily as he maintained unwavering eye contact, his mind racing to decipher the enigma of Lady Guila’s thoughts. The atmosphere in the room grew thicker with each passing moment, like an impending storm brewing on the horizon.With a measured grace that matched her regal demeanor, Lady Guila finally broke the silence. Her voice,
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 115
Tyler’s emotions swirled like a tempest within him after his encounter with Lady Guila. The lounge seemed to close in on him as the echoes of their conversation reverberated in his mind. It was as if the very air had grown heavy with tension. The soft, dimly lit room, adorned with opulent tapestries and antique furnishings, felt suffocating, trapping him in a web of discomfort.Lady Guila’s words were like venom, dripping from her lips as she carelessly compared him to Andrea. Each utterance felt like a dagger to his pride. Her insinuations about Andrea being “better” than him, left him with a sense of inadequacy that gnawed at his very core. The flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the walls, seemed to reflect the tumult in his mind.It wasn’t just the comparison that stung. It was the profound irony that Lady Guila, in her obliviousness, didn’t grasp the true nature of Andrea. She couldn’t see the darkness that lurked beneath Andrea’s charming facade. Tyler found it both
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 116
Tyler’s eyes bore into Andrea’s, his thoughts racing as he grappled with the weight of the words he needed to utter. In that charged moment, the memory of the last time they had seen each other flooded Tyler’s mind. He had worn a smirk, just as Andrea did now, as he walked away, leaving Andrea stunned and vulnerable.Andrea maintained that sly smile, his hand gently landing on Tyler’s shoulder, a touch that mirrored the one Tyler had left him with when he had abandoned their shared history. It was a subtle yet powerful reminder of the unresolved issues between them.Tyler’s heart thudded in his chest as the realization hit him – this conversation couldn’t be brushed aside. Andrea, a master of calculated moves, had summoned him for a purpose beyond mere pleasantries.As they continued to walk, their steps seemed to synchronize, and Andrea moved closer, a deliberate, almost predatory grace in his movements. It was as though he was circling Tyler, both physically and metaphorically, asse
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 117
“Tyler couldn’t contain his disbelief, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he glanced around Andrea’s opulent office, his gaze taking in the exquisite mahogany furniture and the soft, golden glow of the chandeliers. ‘You must be joking if you think I’d accept this,’ Tyler muttered under his breath, his voice almost drowned out by the ambient hum of the room.Andrea, leaning casually against his polished oak desk, met Tyler’s eyes with a sly smile. ‘I understand I’m in dire need of funds,’ he said, his words dripping with a sinister charm, ‘but compromising my integrity and lying just for the sake of money is not something I can do.’ With a smug grin, he continued, ‘Go take a walk, Tyler. Enjoy the fresh air.’Tyler clenched his fists, a torrent of anger building within him. ‘I won’t do it,’ he retorted, his voice trembling with determination. He turned on his heel and stormed towards the exit, the echo of his footsteps resonating in the vast room. There was no way he’d let Andrea manipu
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