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