“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. "
Worried she was losing her mind, Yara closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them, the vision was gone. The beauty felt like a dummy. She probably had a long day, too, and needed rest."What happened?" Tyler asked, feeling Yara's hands slacken. The distraction caused her to slow down the massage."I thought I saw something, but it's probably my mind playing tricks on me," she replied with uncertainty.Tyler stayed silent and kept his thoughts to himself. Did Yara connect with him spiritually? If that was true, and indeed she was compatible with him, that changed things. The young woman could be useful in more ways than one in his quest for power. But it was too soon to tell.Yara finished the massage session early. She tried to be professional so far, but the intimate touch with a man she admired made her queasy between the legs. Moreover, Tyler was in his boxers only, and she feared any masculine accidents. Finally, the golden wings hallucination did not help.The young
"Mr. Grant…" Yara complained with unease from the front passenger seat. "You should let me drive. I am your subordinate, after all."The young woman was dressed in a black pantsuit and had the airs of a successful businesswoman. Her blonde hair was clipped up in a professional-looking bun. She looked so ravishing that Tyler couldn't help but reminisce about last night's events."For now, let's pretend I am your driver," he told Yara. "Let's not give people more reasons to question my identity."Yara was about to protest, but Tyler slowed down the car. They had arrived at the colossal gates of Sterling Hill, the most elite housing area in Sapphire City.The security guards stopped them at the gates. One of them approached the car and peered through the half-rolled-up window. His eyes lit up on seeing the glamorous woman in the passenger seat."Ma'am…" he said, fixing his uniform cap. "This is a closed community. May I ask what business you have here? Are you a tourist?"Even though Yar