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The Owens were a third-tier family who had sworn loyalty to the Coopers. Even though they were not a big deal in Sapphire City, they took pride in their connection with Mark Cooper, the family patriarch. Tim Owen was especially aware of the downfall of the Grant family and Tyler's imprisonment.Melissa Brown was a stuck-up young woman who had a crush on Tyler during their college days. However, the latter chose Erica as his partner because of her humility. Now, Melissa felt she had the upper hand since she landed an Owen family member as her boyfriend."Do you even realize where you are, Tyler?" Tim asked, drawing up a chair opposite him. "You're sitting on a VIP table in the Marian Hotel, a hub for the wealthy and the mighty. It's not meant for filthy rodents like you!""Should we even speak to this man, Tim?" Melissa snapped. "He's an ex-convict who slipped into this party for free food and liquor. It's better if we call the guards before he bites us!"Tyler paid no attention to the
The volatile sequence of events happened so fast that barely anybody had time to react.Before the bodyguards could intervene, Tyler pulled Trent out of the soup and shoved him away. The petrified Cooper heir stumbled and fell on his butt. As soon as he was free, he let out a somewhat effeminate shriek. One could only imagine the pain of being immersed face-first into a bowl of scalding soup.The servants panicked and splashed cold water over Trent’s face to wash away the vegetables. Ultimately, he looked disheveled and ragged like a soaking wet tabby cat. His facial skin turned a darker tan.Erica ran to her fiance in tears. “Are you okay, darling?” she asked, trying to comfort him. The young man swatted her hand away and glared at Tyler with bubbling hatred.“You delinquent!” Erica hollered at his attacker. “Are you trying to kill my fiance?”Tyler returned to his seat and continued enjoying his meal as if nothing unusual happened.“If I really tried to kill him, he would already be
“Trust me, Natalie,” Trent explained. “I’ve known this guy since high school. He neither has any medical skills nor any other talent. His only gifts are lip service and grifting, to which my present fiance, Erica, fell victim. I sent Tyler to prison and rescued her from his entrapment.”The truth was—Trent had been pursuing Natalie romantically for years. It was public opinion that she was one of the most beautiful women in Sapphire City, definitely better-looking than Erica.Even Mark Cooper wanted Natalie to be his daughter-in-law so he could one day claim the Anderson conglomerate. However, Natalie never showed interest in Trent and repeatedly turned him down.“If Mr. Grant has inadvertently offended you, I apologize on his behalf,” Silas told Mark. “But he is under my protection. You may not threaten his life while I am alive.”Tyler sighed, dipping his hand in the finger bowl and wiping it on tissues. He was finally done with his meal.“Silas…” he said, turning to the billionaire.
The entire hall was shocked to hear Tyler's declaration. The Ice Princess, Natalie Anderson, had finally chosen a mate? Was she dating Tyler Grant? What was she thinking?Natalie herself was delirious, her gaze firm on Tyler as he held her by the waist in an intimate embrace. "She is my girlfriend," he repeated. "Anybody who wants to court her has to go through me first."Even Silas looked bamboozled. Personally, he was thoroughly impressed by Tyler's abilities and behavior. He wouldn't mind having someone like him as his son-in-law."What nonsense is this?" Mark thundered. "Silas! Is this true? Have you given consent to this relationship?"Silas took a deep breath before replying. "It is my daughter's choice who she wants to be with. I have no say in the matter."Mark turned to Natalie. "Is it true, girl? You can tell the truth. This miscreant is lying, isn't he? Why would a popular diva like you want to be with a wastrel like him?"Natalie's gaze shifted from Mark to Silas and then
Dwayne narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the bearded young man dressed in ordinary clothes. His gaze was sharp, and there was an air of confidence about him, but mostly, he seemed harmless. Why was Mark Cooper so intent on killing a commoner?“What did he do to deserve to die?”Mark clenched his jaw. “The wastrel barged into Trent’s pre-wedding party, attacked him, and chased away the guests. He is just desperate because his ex is marrying my son today. Moreover, he humiliated my family name over and over. I’d like him to stop breathing as soon as possible.”Dwayne scratched his chin. So this was a jilted lover’s quarrel? He felt silly being part of such a childish situation.“What do you have to say, Silas?” he asked the Anderson patriarch.“Tyler is my healer, and he saved my life. The truth is, Trent provoked him first. That’s why I was willing to fight the Cooper family. But I will be glad if you adjudicate, Mr. Mosby.”Dwayne rubbed his bald head and guffawed. Two great billionaire
Dwayne realized he broke into a cold sweat for the first time in years. ‘Is this young man who I think he is?’ he asked himself nervously.Dwayne looked down at the two goons who attacked Tyler. They were unconscious, and their bodies appeared to be roughed up for hours. What kind of attack has such an effect? The young man before him was not ordinary.“What happened?” Trent whispered to his father. “Why didn’t Mr. Mosby command his men to attack Tyler?”“Don’t breathe a word,” Mark replied under his breath. “Maybe he wants to savor the kill? Let’s wait and watch. I’m sure Tyler is moments away from a painful death.”Dwayne pondered for half a minute before walking over to Tyler.“That tattoo…” he asked out of the earshot of others. “Where did you get it?”The young man rubbed his arm nonchalantly. “The tattoo? It’s something my teacher gifted me before I left Montserrat prison. Why do you ask?”“And do you have the ring?” Dwayne posed.Tyler narrowed his eyes. Was the gangster referri
“Dad?” Tyler called out with uncertainty. “Is that you?”Hugh Grant used to be an upright, proud man with masculinity and vitality. However, the past three years had not been kind to him. The man was reduced to a husk of his former self. His posture was crooked, his hair grey, and his face wrinkled. If not for his distinct voice, Tyler would have never recognized him.“Tyler?” his father responded. “Finally, you’re out of prison! What a relief!”Hugh immediately became conscious of his appearance—his disheveled clothes and soiled body were pathetic. He tried to turn away so his son would not see him in such a miserable condition.“Why don’t you go home, Tyler?” he mumbled. “Tell your mother I will work late tonight. When I return in the morning, we will catch up, okay?”Tyler bit his lip in anguish and shook his head. “I am not going anywhere, Dad… You don’t need to work here anymore!”Just then, the contractor, Danny, butted in. “Hey, are you Hugh’s son?” he asked with disdain.“Yes,
"Yara? What are you doing here?"Yara Mathews was the ravishing young lady Tyler had left in charge of the recently acquired GlobeMall. She had been instrumental in acquiring his father's rightful property without bloodshed. She was intelligent, fashionable, and drop-dead gorgeous. But her sudden appearance in Tyler's bedroom was unexpected."Mr. Grant…" Yara began with a concerned look. "I apologize for dropping in unannounced, but I was worried about you. Today's chaos in the Marian Hotel was featured on the local evening news."Tyler leaned on the door frame. "You assumed it had something to do with me?"Yara smiled coyly. The last time they met, she was in a tantalizing bodycon that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Tonight, she was casually dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. She looked irresistible anyway. One could easily mistake her for a raunchy cheerleader."Only someone of your stature could have shaken up the bigwigs—the Anderson and Cooper families," the young woman said. "