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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 63
Lady Guila’s sense of composure was shattered by Tyler’s unexpected declaration. Her calm facade faltered momentarily, and her eyes darted towards Andrea, who appeared just as composed and enigmatic as Lady Guila herself. Tyler’s acting prowess was evident; he had mastered the art of deception.“What on earth are you talking about, or is this some figment of your imagination?” Lady Guila asked incredulously, her head shaking in disbelief.Undeterred, Tyler delved into a detailed account of the events, narrating everything to Lady Guila. Despite Andrea’s attempts to interject, Tyler held the floor, passionately detailing the mistreatment he had suffered at Andrea’s hands. He even presented Lady Guila with a note and a photograph, both portraying his kite in a state of brutal disarray. Tyler’s voice carried the weight of the anger and frustration he had been harboring.Amidst the charged atmosphere, Lady Guila’s gaze oscillated between Tyler’s animated expression and Andrea’s stoic deme
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 64
"Andrea!" Tyler seethed, shooting him a glare that was as fiery as a tempest.However, Lady Guila chose that moment to break her silence, her voice cold and cutting as she addressed the matter at hand. "Andrea is not just my godson; he is as dear to me as a son. The reason I appointed him president was not to conspire against you, Tyler. It was because you're relatively new to the business, and I believed you needed time to understand the operations here. You needed guidance, and I would have provided that guidance myself. However, since I had retired, I asked Andrea to step into the role for a brief period of one month. This was meant to give you the chance to learn the ins and outs of the business before taking on the full responsibilities."Her words hung heavy in the air, a tense explanation that sliced through the tension. Lady Guila's eyes, sharp and unfaltering, bore into both Tyler and Andrea. They held a multitude of emotions, a mix of disappointment, concern, and a deep long
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 65
Tyler paced around his room, a maelstrom of anger and frustration etched onto his face. A whirlwind of unanswerable questions churned within his mind, a chaotic tempest that left him utterly bewildered. The pieces of the puzzle refused to fit together, confounding him at every turn. He was resolutely convinced that the incriminating necklace belonged to his mother, the symbol of her innocence tarnished. However, the damning video evidence contradicted his conviction, leaving him adrift in a sea of doubt.As he strode back and forth, his hands found refuge behind his neck, fingers intertwining in a tense clasp. His actions mirrored his inner turmoil—a ceaseless, restless pacing that mirrored the turmoil in his thoughts. The weight of his embarrassment lingered, an unwelcome companion in his solitary musings. Lady Guila had been an unwitting witness to his befuddlement, and Tyler's cheeks still burned at the memory of stumbling over his words and ideas.With a heavy sigh, Tyler's finger
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 66
“Ai!” The sound of his laughter rang out, wild and uncontained, akin to the untamed howl of a wolf. Tyler’s brows furrowed in response, caught in a state of dumbfounded disbelief.“You’re feeling a bit lost, aren’t you? But don’t fret, my friend. I’ll break it down for that wonderfully intricate yet seemingly befuddled brain of yours,” Andrea declared with a playful wink directed at Tyler, his demeanor oddly whimsical.In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Andrea’s elucidation. He began to weave his words with a touch of theatrical flair, his gestures encompassing the narrative he was about to unravel. With each sentence, his explanation began to unfold like a well-scripted performance, and Tyler found himself both captivated and skeptical.As Andrea’s tale wove through twists and turns, Tyler’s expression flickered between mild amusement and tentative contemplation. The clarity of Andrea’s logic was only matched by the audacity of his storytelling style, res
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 67
Under the cloak of night, Tyler sought solace in the embrace of his vintage car, its leather seats a familiar comfort that cradled his restless thoughts. His grip on the steering wheel was an extension of his determination, each clenched finger a manifestation of his inner resolve. The wind rushed through the open windows, a symphony of sound that served as a backdrop to his racing thoughts.Driving without a destination, Tyler's mind was a storm of ideas and strategies, a maze of possibilities that he navigated in search of a way to outwit Andrea. The city of Milan blurred past him as he navigated the streets with an urgency that mirrored the tumult within him. The hum of the engine and the whistle of wind in his ears were a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of his thoughts.Eventually, he found himself parked near a club, its neon lights casting an ethereal glow on the surroundings. His gaze lingered on his office, a symbol of his hard-earned accomplishments, before he tore himself
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 68
“I’ve got a lot swirling around in my head right now, and I’m not really sure where to start,” Jane confessed, her voice quivering slightly. Her visible unease hinted at the weight she’d been carrying in her heart. Tyler’s focus was increasingly drawn in by the intensity of the situation. His gaze grew more resolute as he studied her, his eyes fixed intently upon her.“I’m here to lend an ear,” Tyler offered sincerely, his eagerness to hear Jane’s thoughts palpable. “By the way, it’s quite noisy here. If you’d prefer, we could continue this conversation in my car,” he suggested, providing an alternative option for a quieter and more private setting.Amidst the cacophony of the surroundings, Jane’s apprehension seemed to blend with the ambient noise, making it even more essential for them to find a more serene environment to discuss matters. Tyler’s compassionate offer held a touch of understanding, recognizing the need for a space where Jane could freely share her thoughts without the
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 69
Tyler's exclamation of "What the heck!?" reverberated through the crowded club as he clung tightly to Jane. Her face wrinkled with concern as she pulled away from their embrace, seeking an explanation.Panic was etched across Tyler's face, reminiscent of someone who had just witnessed a ghostly apparition. He mustered a response, his voice wavering, "I'm coming right back." With a sudden jerk, he rose from his chair, determination etched into his features.Jane's worry for Tyler was evident as she inquired, "Are you sure you're okay?""Yes, I'm sure," Tyler assured her with a nod, his steps quick and purposeful as he trailed the suspect.The suspect moved through the bustling club with an air of arrogance, a cup of beer held nonchalantly in his hand. The sheer density of the crowd made it challenging for Tyler to reach him. Meanwhile, the suspect was engrossed in the company of a woman by his side, boldly grabbing her buttocks and planting an aggressive kiss on her lips.Finally, Tyle
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Certainly, let's enhance and expand this dialogue to make it more descriptive and engaging:"Transfer the money now," the man demanded, his voice laced with tension as he kept the gun pointed squarely at Tyler. His fingers twitched nervously around the cold, steel weapon."But you haven't disclosed what I need to know," Tyler interjected, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room."Do you want to know who I work for? I guess you do so shut the fuck up!?" the man shot back with a mixture of frustration and anxiety in his tone, his grip on the gun tightening involuntarily.Tyler clenched his jaw, his frustration evident as he muttered, "fuck!”Tyler’s frown deepened as he wrestled with the gravity of his situation. Caught between the chilling barrel of a gun and an insatiable thirst for answers, he found himself in a precarious dilemma. The street, shrouded in shadows and bathed in the pale glow of a single, flickering streetlights, seemed to close in on h
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The sound of the gunshot shattered the tense silence, the explosive discharge filling the air with a sharp crack that seemed to tear through the fabric of the room. It was Tyler’s own firearm, the 5.54 caliber entrusted to him by Andrea, the weapon now acting on his impromptu decision, aimed not at an enemy but in defense of Lady Guila. In the chaos, Andrea staggered backward, a splatter of crimson bursting forth from the wound on the right side of his chest, his body collapsing in a slow, anguished descent.Tyler’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins as he witnessed the sudden turn of events. His eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and realization. While his actions were impulsive, the consequences now lay before him, a pang of remorse piercing his chest. Not for the act of firing the shot, but for the unexpected twist fate had taken, allowing Andrea, despite his wrongdoings, a swift departure instead of facing the due consequences.“You… you bastard,” Andrea’s voice
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Chapter 153
“Did you just ask me what I have ever done for you?” Lady Guila’s voice, softened by a trace of hurt, quivered as she struggled to comprehend Rosie’s and Andrea’s conversation in the dimly lit room.“Oh, indeed, that’s precisely what I questioned. What contributions have you made? I’ve poured my soul into your company and family. From the tenderest years, I’ve toiled ceaselessly for this establishment and your kin, yet what recompense have I received? Nothing. Instead, you’ve ushered in this outsider, claiming he’s your heir to inherit the family legacy. Do you fathom the profound devastation I felt when that decision was made?” Andrea’s words, laden with bitterness, reverberated off the walls of the enclosed space.Lady Guila’s widened eyes reflected her astonishment and a hint of dismay as she absorbed Andrea’s impassioned words. Despite Tyler’s persistent warnings about Andrea’s deceitful nature, she’d vehemently dismissed them, holding steadfast faith in him. Never could she have f
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Chapter 152
Tyler’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected sound, snapping him out of a dreamlike state. It was as if a shotgun had gone off in his mind, the clarity jolting him awake, his senses racing to determine who had uttered those four crucial words. As his eyes snapped open, Jen glanced toward the source of the voice, her gaze locking onto the same spot. Tyler’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.“Grandma?” Tyler faltered, the word catching in his throat as shock rippled through him. The sudden appearance of his grandmother stood like an unexpected apparition in the room, rendering a peculiar stillness among them all. Today, Grandma stood so far away from Tyler, an impossible distance that seemed to widen as he remained glued to his seat, unable to bridge the gap. Fiorenzo hovered protectively behind her, flanked by two other men whose presence added an air of solemnity to the unexpected reunion.The tension in the room was palpable, a char
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Chapter 151
Tyler’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected sound, snapping him out of a dreamlike state. It was as if a shotgun had gone off in his mind, the clarity jolting him awake, his senses racing to determine who had uttered those four crucial words. As his eyes snapped open, Jen glanced toward the source of the voice, her gaze locking onto the same spot. Tyler’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.“Grandma?” Tyler faltered, the word catching in his throat as shock rippled through him. The sudden appearance of his grandmother stood like an unexpected apparition in the room, rendering a peculiar stillness among them all. Today, Grandma stood so far away from Tyler, an impossible distance that seemed to widen as he remained glued to his seat, unable to bridge the gap. Fiorenzo hovered protectively behind her, flanked by two other men whose presence added an air of solemnity to the unexpected reunion.The tension in the room was palpable, a char
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Chapter 150
“Can I please talk to my mother one last time because you can do with me what you want to do,” Tyekr whispered, his voice trembling as he perched on the edge of the chair, his body taut with tension, each moment ticking away like a fragile heartbeat.“Awnnn, you want to cry to Mama and tell her how much you love her and will miss her?” Andrea’s words dripped with derision, her tone mocking and cruel.Tyler felt the sting of Mareas’ cutting words, each syllable like a lash upon his already burdened soul. His silence masked the turmoil within as he pleaded silently for Nadtead’s intervention regarding his plea. Andrea’s scornful gaze bore into Tyekr, a frigid stare that seemed to pierce beyond the surface, locking their eyes in an uncomfortable standoff, an unspoken tension hanging in the air, thickening the atmosphere with a palpable weight of unresolved emotions.Their gaze held, each refusing to yield, a silent battle raging between them that spoke volumes in the charged silence, hin
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Chapter 149
“Voilà!” Andrea exclaimed, as though he had been eagerly awaiting Tyler’s consent to an unthinkable act.A radiant smile illuminated Andrea’s eyes and face, as if he had just stumbled upon the most marvelous news. Despite Tyler’s intense urge to lash out, he maintained a fixed gaze, determined not to succumb to his temper. He longed to deliver a punch straight to Andrea’s face.“You’ve made the right choice. Finally opting for the drugs that will put an end to the disease,” Andrea taunted sarcastically, applauding Tyler with a mocking fervor, his hands clapping together.There was an eerie sense of tension hanging in the air, crackling with the palpable bitterness that had brewed between the two. Tyler wrestled with conflicting emotions, a cocktail of anger, frustration, and the sting of Andrea’s derision. Andrea’s words cut deeper than any physical blow, striking a chord that resonated with Tyler’s inner turmoil.The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of their confrontation grew.
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Chapter 148
Tyler’s world crumbled as he reeled from the impact of Ray’s betrayal. The weight of the circumstances pressed heavily upon him, an indescribable amalgamation of anguish and disbelief. His heart, once steady, now raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing the tumult within. Guilt clawed at him, a remorseful storm, for feeling powerless to alter the unfolding tragedy, his mother’s plight a haunting specter in his mind.Tears, unbidden, swelled in his eyes, blurring the harsh reality of the text from Andrea. With clenched teeth, he stifled a cry, his fingers trembling as they traced the letters on the screen, each word a cruel lash against his already fractured resolve. He yearned to break free from the constraints that bound him, his thoughts a tempest of rage and desperation, seeking any semblance of a solution, yet finding none.Visions of his mother, subjected to unspeakable torment by Ray, played on an endless loop in his mind, a relentless barrage of anguish that threatened to consum
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Chapter 147
“Grandma! Talk to Me!” Tyler turned abruptly, a fleeting hope dashed as he realized his grandma, Lady Guila’s grip had not tightened on his hand; it was merely his mind’s cruel illusion. The room lay ensconced in a dim, almost somber, light, casting elongated shadows that seemed to echo Tyler’s growing frustration. Kneeling before Lady Guila, his pleas reverberated off the walls, desperate for her to awaken, yearning for release from the nightmarish grip that had ensnared his reality. Never before had he envisioned facing such a harrowing ordeal; his life had been uncomplicated, a mere intersection with Lady Guila followed by the revelation of his heritage and roots.Tyler’s frustration surged uncontrollably; he folded his legs beneath him, sinking to the floor’s cool surface. His eyes, brimming with unshed tears, held a rawness he dared not release. He longed to unleash a primal scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, yet the constriction in his throat stifled any attempt. A suffo
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Chapter 146
Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest, a wild gallop matching the frenetic pace of his thoughts. Each second dragged on like an eternity as he waited for Ethan’s response. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the table, a subconscious attempt to alleviate the rising tension.“Did you see my mom?” The urgency in Tyler’s voice betrayed the fear gnawing at his insides. “Is she alright?” His voice cracked with emotion, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him like a leaden sky.Ethan’s gaze softened momentarily before clouding over with a mix of apprehension and sorrow. “I couldn’t find your mom,” he confessed, his tone heavy with regret. “But, Tyler, something wasn’t right. The moment I stepped into the house, it was like a tempest had ravaged through its very core. Furniture overturned, shards of glass glinting amidst scattered belongings. It felt violated, as if the sanctity of your home had been desecrated.”A whirlwind of emotions engulfed Tyler. His chest tightened, suffo
