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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
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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,
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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
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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
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“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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Tyler felt a rush of emotions surging through him as he had finished talking to Andrea on phone. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drumbeat echoing the turmoil in his mind. The weight of Andrea’s instructions bore down on him; it was clear that he couldn’t ignore the gravity of the situation any longer.Andrea’s words had been firm, almost demanding. He had insisted that Tyler visit his office before proceeding to confront Kady Gua and confess the fabricated truth. The directive hung over him like a storm cloud, ready to unleash its tempest upon his conscience. A sense of impending reckoning cast a long shadow over his thoughts.After a moment of hesitation, as he stood on the precipice of decision, Tyler finally reached Andrea’s office. The corridors of the building seemed to stretch endlessly, and the flickering overhead lights created a disorienting atmosphere, adding to the weight of his choice. The sterile, corporate environment offered no solace, only amplifying the p
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“Tyler couldn’t quite fathom Andrea’s sudden outburst. His brows furrowed as he tried to grasp the severity of her implied punishment.The room itself exuded a sense of unease, despite the cool hum of the air conditioner. Fluorescent lights cast stark shadows on the mahogany table, where Andrea had taken her position. Each passing second felt like an eternity.Andrea’s silence left Tyler in a state of uncertainty. He stared at her intently, his mind racing with suspicion. What was she planning? His thoughts spiraled wildly, contemplating her intentions.Finally, Andrea broke her silence, her voice now commanding. “I understand you may be passionate, but I would appreciate it if you’d refrain from interfering in my office. I brought you here to listen, that’s all. Just listen!”Tyler’s face turned pale as he and Andrea locked eyes, the intensity of their gazes sparking a silent battle of wills. Though Tyler wanted to respond, he hesitated, realizing that, in this scenario, Andrea held
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Lady Guila’s gaze remained fixed on the ornate tapestry hanging in the dimly lit chamber as she admonished Tyler with a touch of exasperation. “If you intend to stand there in silence and continue to make me uncomfortable, it might be best if you depart. After all, you’re a clerk, not a bodyguard.”Tyler, struck by her words, found himself in a state of bewilderment, contemplating how to articulate his message to Lady Guila. His heart raced relentlessly, his pulse matching the drumming of his thoughts, as he struggled to form each syllable. It was as if he meticulously counted every word and weighed the implications of his choices.The room seemed to constrict, tension thickening the air as Tyler stood with his hands clenched behind his back. As he inched closer to Lady Guila, his trepidation grew. The moment felt like a tribunal, and his anxiety surged, threatening to quash his resolve. Yet, as he wavered, the image of Antonio, languishing in the hospital, struggling for his life, be
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