"Let's just go to the hospital, I'm tired of listening to your bullshits," Mr. Stiles says, his voice laced with frustration and anger, his face red with exasperation. He turns to leave, his movements swift and decisive, his eyes flashing with annoyance."What would you say about the soldiers that I asked to keep you safe, since some hours now?" Tyler asks, his voice calm and collected, his eyes fixed intently on his father's face.Mr. Stiles spins around, his eyes narrowing in accusation. "It's very obvious you paid them off, to stand as one of your people," he says, his voice laced with disbelief and skepticism, his eyes searching Tyler's face for any sign of deception.Tyler's expression remains calm, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I am very sad that you, as my father, didn't believe me," he says, his voice laced with hurt and disappointment. "Anyway, you are going to see for yourself," he adds, his eyes glinting with a hint of determination, his voice firm and resolute.The
Tyler's eyes never leave hers, his gaze piercing and intense, his phone held up like a shield, the screen displaying a message that makes the sales representative's face pale: "Tyler Stiles, Owner and CEO, Stiles Corporation".The sales representative's face turns white as she realizes her mistake. She takes a step back, her eyes fixed on Tyler's phone, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water."I... I apologize, sir," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.Tyler's expression remains stern, his eyes still fixed on the sales representative. "See that it doesn't happen again," he says, his voice firm and commanding.The sales representative nods, her eyes still fixed on Tyler's phone, her face pale. "Y... yes, sir," she stammers."Where's the manager's office?" Tyler asked, his voice firm and commanding, his eyes scanning the luxurious interior of the store."Over there, sir," the representative replied, her voice respectful, her hand extending in a graceful gestu
Mr. Smith nods eagerly, his face flushed with excitement. "I understand, sir. I'll make sure to choose the best clothes for her. She'll be the most beautiful woman in the store."Tyler's face breaks into a wide smile, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "That's what I want to hear," he says, his voice filled with a sense of anticipation. "I can't wait to see her in those clothes. She's going to be stunning.""I'll get started on that right away, sir," Mr. Smith says, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he starts typing away on the computer."Great, I'll leave it in your hands," Tyler says, his eyes scanning the store once more before he turns to leave. "Oh, and Mr. Smith?""Yes, sir?" Mr. Smith asks, looking up from the computer screen."Make sure those clothes are perfect. I want her to feel like a queen," Tyler says, his voice filled with a sense of importance.Mr. Smith nods, his face serious. "I understand, sir. I'll make sure of it."Tyler nods, a satisfied smile spreading
"Tyler, you shouldn't talk to him that way, let's go, please," Mr. Stile whispered to Tyler, his voice laced with a hint of concern, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. But Tyler just chuckled, a low, menacing sound, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity."Father, I thought you aren't scared again, just sit at a corner and watch," Tyler whispered back, his voice firm and commanding, his eyes fixed on Matteo with a skeptical gaze.Matteo chuckled, a smooth, confident sound, before moving closer to Tyler, his long strides eating up the distance. "I'm not here to cause trouble, General," he says, his voice smooth and persuasive, his eyes fixed on Tyler with a hint of sincerity. "I just came to apologize on behalf of my family."Tyler burst into laughter, a loud, mocking sound, his eyes fixed on Matteo with a hint of disdain. "On behalf of who?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm, his lips curling into a sneer. "Are you their spokesman?"Matteo's face remained calm,
The doctor's expression changed, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was unsure what to make of Tyler's request. "I see," he said slowly. "Well, let me check if that's possible."The doctor nodded, his eyes fixed on Tyler with a hint of curiosity. "Let me just check with the hospital administrator," he said, his voice calm and professional. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Tyler."Tyler nodded, his eyes fixed on the doctor as he sat down in the chair opposite the desk. His father stood behind him, his eyes fixed on the scene with a hint of concern.The doctor picked up the phone and dialed a number, his eyes fixed on Tyler as he waited for someone to answer. "Hello, Administrator? I have Mr. Tyler here, and he would like to see our CCTV footage...Yes, I understand...Okay, thank you."The doctor hung up the phone and turned to Tyler. "The administrator will be here shortly to assist you," he said, his voice calm and professional.Tyler nodded, his eyes fixed on the door as if willing the adm
Tyler's phone rang out loud, the shrill tone piercing the air, and he quickly brought it out from his pocket before swiping to answer the call. "Excuse me!" he said to Adrianna, his voice firm and apologetic, before walking to a corner, his eyes fixed on the phone as he awaited the caller's words."Hello, Sam," Tyler said, his voice low and commanding, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the caller's words."Boss, information getting to me now is that the Wilson's family are looking for another person to use," Sam said, his voice laced with a hint of urgency, his words tumbling out in a rush.Tyler's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "I knew they were going to do that, I don't want them to get anyone," he said, his voice firm and resolute, his jaw clenched in determination."But they're currently at Lawrence's place, I think they want to forcefully take his daughter away," Sam said, his voice laced with a hint of concern, his words painting a vivid picture in Tyler's mind.
He shot Butler Leo in the left eye, and blood gushed out in a crimson torrent, flowing down his cheek like a river of pain. "Ahh!" Butler Leo wailed, his voice echoing through the room as he clutched his eye in agony, his face contorted in a twisted grimace.The guards who had been standing by Butler Leo's side cowered away in fear, their eyes wide with terror as they backed away from their fallen comrade. Tyler's gaze was cold and unyielding, his eyes glinting with a hint of satisfaction as he surveyed the damage he had wrought."I am sure you will know what it means to have one or no eyes by now," Tyler said, his voice dripping with menace, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.He turned to face his guards, his eyes commanding obedience. "Tie him to the back of his car, and take him back to his master's place with the guards he came with," he ordered, his voice firm and authoritative.As the guards hastened to obey, Mr. Lawrence moved closer to Tyler, his eyes brimming with
"What do you mean by he will be using mine?" Judas asked, his voice laced with fear and confusion, his eyes widening in horror as he grasped the implications of Tyler's words."It's exactly what you think it is," Tyler said, his voice cold and menacing, his words dripping with sinister intent. "I'm going to remove your two eyes and instruct the doctors to use them to fix your brother's vision."Judas' face turned red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. "Who are you? Do you even think you're something?" he spat, his voice trembling with anger, his clenched fist shaking at his side. "If you make me any angrier, I'm going to come for your wife. I'm not someone you can dare," he growled, his words echoing off the walls.Tyler burst into laughter from the other end, a cold, mirthless sound that sent a shiver down Judas' spine. "You should come for her," Tyler replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you don't value your two eyes and legs again."The line went dead, leaving Judas se