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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
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 87
As Tyler sat there on the balcony, the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, casting a warm glow over the scene. His mind was consumed by a mixture of emotions, for he was acutely aware of the unresolved tension between him and his mother, Elena. Their relationship had hit a rocky patch, and the lingering anger in her eyes was a constant reminder of his past mistakes. All Tyler yearned for was to mend the frayed bonds that had once been the cornerstone of their connection. He longed to create new memories, to share those special moments with her again, just like the times when they used to watch the rain together. But despite his best intentions, the chasm between them seemed insurmountable.Meanwhile, Lady Guila was on the other end of the emotional spectrum, desperately attempting to reach out to Tyler. Her calls, like silent echoes in the night, went unanswered. Tyler’s hesitation stemmed not from indifference but from a profound inner conflict. He couldn’t ig
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 88
As Tyler sat there on the balcony, the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, casting a warm glow over the scene. His mind was consumed by a mixture of emotions, for he was acutely aware of the unresolved tension between him and his mother, Elena. Their relationship had hit a rocky patch, and the lingering anger in her eyes was a constant reminder of his past mistakes. All Tyler yearned for was to mend the frayed bonds that had once been the cornerstone of their connection. He longed to create new memories, to share those special moments with her again, just like the times when they used to watch the rain together. But despite his best intentions, the chasm between them seemed insurmountable.Meanwhile, Lady Guila was on the other end of the emotional spectrum, desperately attempting to reach out to Tyler. Her calls, like silent echoes in the night, went unanswered. Tyler’s hesitation stemmed not from indifference but from a profound inner conflict. He couldn’t ig
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