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
Fifteen minutes later, the Sterling Hill community cab halted before a luxurious estate. Ted Farkus stepped out of the car excitedly."I am convinced you two are tourists!" he declared, confronting Tyler and Yara. "Clearly, you don't have the intention or the money to buy a property in Sterling Hill!""But we paid for the tour, didn't we?" Yara snapped back."Fine! Whip out your cameras! Feast your eyes on the best property in the Midlands! Behold Regent Hall!"As Yara walked into the compound, she looked around in wonder like a little girl in Disneyland. The lawns had fountains, monuments, and flower gardens. The main building consisted of marble halls decorated with painted art and chandeliers. Yara realized there were more rooms than she could cover within a single day."This is amazing!" she said aloud. "I've always dreamed of owning a house like this!"Ted Farkus scoffed. "Every woman in Sapphire City would want to marry the owner of Regent Hall. Alas, nobody can afford to purchas
"Enough!" Ted barked. "You want to purchase both properties? Are you insane? Young man! I understand you wish to impress the lady, but lies and deception won't get you anywhere! Unless you are one of the richest men in the country, I find it hard to believe that you can pay for both estates. Your tour has ended here. It's time to leave!"Tyler was unperturbed by the manager's ranting."Have you not been listening?" Yara protested. "Are you not employed by the Sterling Hill Board to accept purchase offers? Why can't you be professional for a moment and do your damn job!"The beauty was equally baffled by Tyler's bid but decided to stick to her role as an assistant. She had tremendous faith in her boss' words anyway.Ted was taken aback by the outburst. "Are you serious?""Yes," Tyler replied. "What is the price of Prince Cove?""You heard him, Mr. Farkus," Yara insisted. "Policy dictates you must quote a price when asked, right?"Ted's lips turned into an ugly scowl. His mustache twitc