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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 79
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 80
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 81
Ethan’s voice trembled slightly, betraying his disbelief as he squinted at the figure before him. It was as if he needed to dissect the very essence of Tyler’s presence, fearing that this moment might dissolve like a wisp of smoke. In one hand, he held a slender stick of tobacco, a nervous habit he had developed during their years apart, now serving as a tenuous anchor to reality.“Tyler? Is that really you, or am I just lost in a haze of this potent blunt?” Ethan’s words were laden with a mix of incredulity and a desperate need for confirmation. He longed to hear the reassuring timbre of Tyler’s voice, to feel the warmth of his presence, to know that his dearest friend had truly returned.A sly grin curled at the corners of Tyler’s lips as he sauntered further into the room, his steps echoing with the weight of unspoken experiences and the scars of their shared past. “Asshole,” he quipped with playful familiarity, though the words carried a profound depth of emotion that transcended t
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 82
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 83
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 84
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 85
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 86
“What are you talking about, Andrea?” Lady Guila’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, and her breath caught as if she had just heard the most shocking and unbelievable news of her entire life. She stared at Andrea, who was seated next to her on the lavish expanse of her bed, the sumptuous fabric of the silk sheets crinkling beneath them.“You heard me correctly, Mother,” Andrea replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. His eyes shone with a strange mixture of sadness and indignation, and his countenance reflected the weight of the revelation.Lady Guila couldn’t help but part her lips in astonishment, her finely manicured fingers trembling slightly as they clutched at the embroidered edge of her satin robe.“No, I find it incredibly hard to believe. Tyker, my trusted confidant, disappeared without a word, and now you’re telling me he embezzled over ten million dollars from the company?” Lady Guila’s voice quivered with a mix of disbelief and disappointment, and she sh
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