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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 71
Tyler sat in the middle of a board meeting, his right hand supporting his chin in a contemplative pose. The meeting room buzzed with activity as a presentation unfolded before him, but he appeared completely detached from the proceedings. His thoughts were in a distant world, and he was utterly oblivious to the content of the presentation.Andrea, an articulate presenter, stood confidently at the front, engaging with a group of potential investors. Yet, Tyler's gaze remained fixed on her, though not in admiration. Instead, his eyes bore into Andrea with an intensity that betrayed his simmering anger and frustration. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and he found it challenging to focus on the matter at hand.As he sat there, Tyler's thoughts meandered through a labyrinth of concerns. His initial expectations of a carefree, enjoyable time in Milan had been shattered. Sleep eluded him, haunted by worries about his mother's well-being. Each passing moment, he agonized ove
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 72
Tyler sat in the middle of a board meeting, his right hand supporting his chin in a contemplative pose. The meeting room buzzed with activity as a presentation unfolded before him, but he appeared completely detached from the proceedings. His thoughts were in a distant world, and he was utterly oblivious to the content of the presentation.Andrea, an articulate presenter, stood confidently at the front, engaging with a group of potential investors. Yet, Tyler's gaze remained fixed on her, though not in admiration. Instead, his eyes bore into Andrea with an intensity that betrayed his simmering anger and frustration. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and he found it challenging to focus on the matter at hand.As he sat there, Tyler's thoughts meandered through a labyrinth of concerns. His initial expectations of a carefree, enjoyable time in Milan had been shattered. Sleep eluded him, haunted by worries about his mother's well-being. Each passing moment, he agonized ove
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 73
"Brother," Andrea gently tapped on Tyler's shoulder just after the meeting had concluded, and Tyler was preparing to depart.Tyler stared back at him, his eyes aflame with simmering anger. He clenched his teeth tightly, his fingers twitching. In that moment, Jodi couldn't help but wish he could throttle Andrea right then and there."Thank you for your contribution during the meeting," Andrea said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He wore a sly smirk that curled at the corners of his lips, and his eyes gleamed with amusement. It was evident that the sarcasm in his words had finally hit home with Tyler.Tyler’s face reddened as he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with tension. Andrea couldn’t help but notice the visible strain in Tyler’s body language.“You want to beat me up like you did the last time?” Andrea chuckled, a sinister grin playing on his lips as he shook his head in mock disbelief. He took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them, and ran h
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 74
"Curiosity gnawed at Tyler like an insatiable beast when he noticed the enigmatic scar adorning Jane' delicate face. Unable to suppress his intrigue, he leaned in closer and gently inquired, 'What might have led to this intriguing scar on your face, Jane?'Startled, Jane instinctively pulled away, her body language betraying her desire to shield herself from his prying eyes. In her haste, her sunglasses slipped down her nose, caught between the urge to conceal and the natural human curiosity to reveal.Tyler sensed her apprehension and intervened, gently capturing her right hand, which clutched the shades, in his firm grasp. This simple action halted her retreat, forcing her to pause and lower her gaze, as if caught in the act.'It's nothing,' Jane replied, her voice quivering with anxiety, as if struggling to contain the untold story behind that conspicuous scar. Yet, her voice's trembling only deepened Tyler's suspicion, leaving him convinced that she was concealing something profou
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 75
Tyler found himself comfortably nestled into a window seat on the airplane, the soft hum of engines outside offering a soothing backdrop to his turbulent thoughts. His gaze was fixed upon the outside world, where fluffy clouds drifted lazily, mirroring the storm of emotions raging within him.As he sat there, his mind became a tangled forest, each thought a twisting branch leading to a different possibility. Leaving behind the life he had always dreamed of, the life that was supposed to be his, felt like an agonizing sacrifice. But this wasn’t about him alone; it was about his mother, the one person he’d do anything to protect. The mere thought of her suffering, at the hands of someone like Andrea, was unbearable.Tyler’s heart wrestled with uncertainty. Was he making the right choice by distancing himself from Andrea, the source of this internal turmoil? Doubt, like a shadow, hung over him. But in his moments of deepest contemplation, he discovered answers. Answers that told him he w
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 76
Tyler stood frozen at the entrance, the wooden door worn with age. His heart raced as he beheld a sight that initially left him utterly bewildered – his mother, lying prone on the floor, seemingly unconscious, or so he assumed at first glance.With a rush of panic and adrenaline, he couldn’t contain himself. “Mother!” Tyler’s voice reverberated through the room as he sprinted towards her, his movements filled with urgency. He dropped to his knees, gently lifting her from the cold, unforgiving floor, only to discover that she was indeed conscious, though her reaction to his entrance was strangely subdued.Fear coursed through Tyler’s body like an electric shock. In that horrifying moment, he couldn’t help but entertain the darkest of thoughts. What if the worst had already happened? What if he had walked into a nightmare where his own actions had led to his mother’s demise?Tears welled up in Tyler’s eyes, and his entire frame trembled with dread. But amidst the turmoil and despair, som
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 77
Tyler’s concern weighed heavily upon him, his heart echoing with the echoes of uncertainty and the unfamiliar atmosphere that had descended upon the room. As he waited for his mother’s response, the seconds stretched into an eternity, each one tinged with apprehension.Elena, lying there on the floor in a posture that mirrored the emotional turmoil within her, met her son’s inquisition with a look that seemed to contain multitudes. Her eyes, usually windows to her warm and loving soul, held only an enigmatic blankness. It was as though a veil had descended, obscuring her true thoughts and feelings.The silence between them, once comforting in their shared moments of joy, had become a chasm of unspoken words and hidden emotions. Tyler’s concern grew with each passing moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he grappled with the mystery of the scattered house and his mother’s inexplicable behavior.Elena, with trembling hands and a voice that seemed to have abandoned her, wiped away th
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 78
“What is that?” Tyler inquired, his voice filled with a blend of curiosity and intrigue. His eyes, which had been searching her face for answers, now focused on the object to which her hand pointed.It was as if a door to a hidden chamber of the unknown had been cracked open, revealing a tantalizing clue that might unravel the mystery shrouding their reunion. The room, once consumed by silence and unspoken tension, now held the promise of a revelation, a glimmer of understanding that held the potential to transform their shared narrative.Elena’s palm cradled the pendant like a fragile treasure unearthed from the depths of time. Its presence in her hand was a bridge connecting two worlds - the past and the present. Tyler’s eyes, which had once shone with anticipation, now betrayed a whirlwind of emotions that stirred within him like a tempestuous sea.In that suspended moment, his heart echoed a triple beat, the rhythm of recognition and nostalgia that resonated through the very core o
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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
