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“Wait a moment,” Tyler interjected, his brow furrowed in a mix of concern and disbelief. “You’re talking about killing me? How would that even happen?” The bewilderment in Tyler’s voice was unmistakable, mirroring his equally puzzled expression. He fixed his narrowed gaze upon Andreas, awaiting an explanation that could possibly shed light on this cryptic conversation.Andrea, on the other hand, remained quiet, his silence hanging in the air like a heavy curtain. He seemed to be carefully considering his words, as if each one carried significant weight. A palpable stillness enveloped the room, punctuated only by the sound of their breaths.Finally, Andrea took a deliberate step forward, drawing closer to Tyler. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, their pupils dancing in a silent conversation of their own. It was as if they were trying to read each other’s thoughts through the windows of their souls.“It might be difficult to fathom,” Andrea began, his voice carrying an unexpected ed
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 38
Tyler woke up the next morning, still basking in the afterglow of the revelation Andrea had shared with him the previous day. The weight of her words had settled in his mind, and he found himself replaying their conversation over and over. Despite his intrigue, he realized he needed to make sure his mother was alright, so he attempted to call her, only to be met with the frustration of an unanswered call. Disheartened by the lack of response, Tyler refused to let Andrea’s words burrow too deeply into his emotions.Determined to find clarity amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, Tyler resolved to speak with Lady Guila, seeking the answers that would shed light on the unfolding situation. He donned his meticulously chosen navy blue suit, an emblem of his intention to embark on a new day and face the uncertainties ahead. The weight of responsibility weighed on his shoulders as he ventured out of his room, his stride infused with a sense of purpose.Recognizing the significance of the day, Ty
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 39
Tyler woke up the next morning, still basking in the afterglow of the revelation Andrea had shared with him the previous day. The weight of her words had settled in his mind, and he found himself replaying their conversation over and over. Despite his intrigue, he realized he needed to make sure his mother was alright, so he attempted to call her, only to be met with the frustration of an unanswered call. Disheartened by the lack of response, Tyler refused to let Andrea’s words burrow too deeply into his emotions.Determined to find clarity amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, Tyler resolved to speak with Lady Guila, seeking the answers that would shed light on the unfolding situation. He donned his meticulously chosen navy blue suit, an emblem of his intention to embark on a new day and face the uncertainties ahead. The weight of responsibility weighed on his shoulders as he ventured out of his room, his stride infused with a sense of purpose.Recognizing the significance of the day, Ty
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 40
“Come on, we’re running late,” Andrea interjected, not giving Lady Guila a chance to respond to Tyler’s request.Tyler’s determination was clear in his gaze as he insisted, “No, I need to speak to Grandma immediately. I have something important to discuss with her,” his eyes shifting to Andrea.Meanwhile, Andrea’s body language conveyed a sense of unease, apparent through the tension etched onto his face. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as if the very atmosphere held the weight of the impending conversation. Andrea’s expression betrayed the internal struggle he was grappling with, his features reflecting a mixture of apprehension and concern. It was almost as if the burden of the pending discussion was mirrored on his furrowed brow, each crease telling a story of its own.“What’s bothering you, Tyler? You can share it with me right here,” Lady Guila inquired, a tinge of curiosity evident in her voice. The room seemed to tighten with tension, every breath carrying the weight
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 41
“I deeply apologize, sir. Please find it in your heart to forgive me,” a lady, elegantly dressed in a muted grey suit, pleaded with genuine remorse. Her eyes brimmed with tears, revealing the depth of her regret. The weight of her fear was so overwhelming that it drained the color from her face, leaving it as pale as a ghost’s.Tyler’s gaze shifted downward, his eyes fixating on the dampness that marred his once-pristine suit. Confusion etched across his features as he shifted his attention to the distressed woman before him. A furrow formed on his forehead, and his eyes narrowed as if he had just witnessed an apparition materialize before him.“Clara? What brings you here?” Tyler’s voice held a note of bewilderment, his eyes narrowing further as he focused his scrutiny on Clara. Her expression mirrored the confusion in his voice, and she glanced beside her as though expecting to find the person Tyler was referring to. Meanwhile, Andrea observed the unfolding drama in silence, her pre
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Lady Guila commanded attention as her voice resonated at the entrance, captivating the gazes of everyone present. All eyes were drawn to her regal presence as she gracefully traversed the space, an aura of grandeur surrounding her every step. Wrapped in the elegance of a white silk gown, she carried herself with an air of authority that demanded respect. Accentuating her ensemble, a black purse dangled at her side, a stark contrast to the pristine fabric of her gown. Fiorenzo swiftly closed the distance between them, positioning himself beside her, a silent but steadfast support.Inquiring with a mixture of curiosity and command, Lady Guila's eyes swept across the assembled individuals—Tyler, Andrea, and the rest of the workers—eliciting a sense of anticipation. "What is going on here ?" she inquired, her gaze shifting from one person to another, a subtle undercurrent of authority present in her voice. "Resume your duties immediately!" she punctuated, her words echoing with the reson
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 43
Tyler found himself standing at the threshold of the room, a tableau of surprise painted across his features as his gaze fell upon the unexpected sight of Andrea and Lady Guila engaged in a passionate embrace. His astonishment was palpable, evident in the way his jaw hung agape, eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination. The scene had caught him off guard completely, leaving him momentarily speechless and unsure of how to react.In that fleeting moment, his mind grappled to process the unexpected tableau before him. Tyler stood there, a silent observer, as Andrea's every movement played out with an almost mesmerizing quality. The shock of the scene had left him almost traumatized, the intensity of the sight etching itself deeply into his memory.And then, like a bolt from the blue, Lady Guila's sharply-worded question snapped Tyler out of his daze. Her arched eyebrows and impatient tone cut through the surreal haze, jolting him back to reality. Tyler's rapid inhalation was audible
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 44
Tyler stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze locked onto the image displayed on his phone screen. The photograph depicted his mother, captured in an unguarded moment within the confines of their home. The intrusion of privacy was palpable, with the image taken surreptitiously, without her awareness. Yet, it wasn’t just the picture that held Tyler’s attention; it was the accompanying text below it that seized his focus, intensifying his unease.The words, “You know what to do!” seemed innocuous at first glance, but as Tyler absorbed their implications, a wave of demoralization washed over him. The weight of the message bore down on him, a clear indication that he was being coerced into some sort of action. His heart pounded, and a growing sense of dread knotted his stomach. He was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who the sender was.As anxiety coursed through his veins, beads of sweat formed on Tyler’s brow, evidence of the internal struggle he was battling. He couldn’t tear his eyes
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