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