The Return Of General Tyler

Shock

Chapter five

Mr. Stiles let out a relieved smile, but the smile vanished as soon as he realized his purpose of being here.

"Yes, father, I'm back," Tyler said to Mr. Stiles with a smile.

"Welcome!" Mr. Stiles exclaimed firmly. He felt the urge to stand up and rush to hug Tyler, but he restrained himself. He didn't want to involve Tyler in any trouble.

"What are you doing here? You should leave now," Mr. Stiles said, worrying about Tyler's safety. But instead of leaving as Mr. Stiles instructed, Tyler shook his head in disagreement.

"I can't leave without you, father. Come on, let's get out of here," Tyler told him.

Mr. Stiles shook his head in denial. "I can't leave with you until I've completed what I came to do," Mr. Stile replied firmly.

Tyler seem frustrated with Mr. Stiles' response. He knew the reason he (Mr. Stiles) came here.

"You don't have to do whatever this bastard asked of you, Father!" he yelled angrily. He moved closer to Mr. Stile and attempted to help him up, but Mr. Stile pushed Tyler with all his strength.

"This is my problem, I will solve it and come back home. Don't worry about me. Just pretend you didn't see me here and leave immediately," Mr. Stile said.

Tyler clenched his fist angrily as he glared at Mr. Albert. If looks could kill, Mr. Albert would be six feet under.

As if he's seen or heard something amusing, Albert burst into laughter.

"I love this" Albert said. "I love witnessing this kind of reunion. Isn't this your son who ran away from home three years ago? Isn't he the reason you're here?" Albert asked.

Tyler clenched his fist angrily, resisting the urge to move closer to Albert and strike him down. He restrained himself for his father's sake. Mr. Stile nodded in response to Albert's question. Albert chuckled mockingly before approaching Tyler.

"I expect you to be on your knees. You are quite arrogant for someone who needs help. I thought you'd be begging for your family," Mr. Albert stated.

Tyler scoffed in response. His eyes crimson red, anger swallowed his whole body, and if he were a cartoon character, smoke would be fuming out of his nose and ears by now.

"I should beg?" Tyler asked, touching his chest. "Are you being for real?"

"Yes, you should be begging for your family's lives. I'm not going to help with this arrogance of yours," Mr. Albert asserted.

Tyler scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "I never asked for your help, did I? I don't need your assistance. Who do you think you are?" he retorted angrily.

"Tyler! Stop all this madness and leave at once," Mr. Stile yelled, but Albert raised his hand as he shook his head.

"No, he can't leave. He really caught my attention. He will clean the shoe with you. He is going to lick my shoes with you," he said with a smile before staring at his shoe. "Wow, my shoe is going to have a taste of human tongue today. This is interesting," Mr. Albert said.

"You never answer my question. Who the hell are you that makes you think you're above others? I need to know what kind of person you are," Tyler said.

"The family I am working for is your nightmare, and I believe I am the only one who can help you. Your father is very wise; that's why he is here. I would advise you to drop your ego and do what needs to be done," Mr. Albert replied.

"If I may ask, what needs to be done?" Tyler asked with a smirk, and Mr. Albert responded with a slight smile.

"You know, falling on your knees while begging me in tears," he said, and Tyler scoffed.

"So you're just a mere worker, a slave? And you dare to make my father kneel down?" Tyler yelled, and Mr. Albert chuckled.

"You're one interesting person. You have nothing, yet you still have pride. Don't you know that working for the Wilson family is a privilege? Do you even know my net worth? I doubt you do," Mr. Albert says.

"You're a slave!" Tyler retorts.

"How dare you say that to me! You should be bowing your head in shame here," Mr. Albert said. He raised his hand to push Tyler, but Tyler was quick enough to grab his hand and twist it sideways.

"What do you want to do? You want to push me with that filthy hand of yours?" Tyler asked.

"I am going to make you pay for touching my family. I am going to make you all pay for doing this to my father too. How dare you?" Tyler yelled angrily.

"Let go of my hand right this moment!" Mr. Albert yelled, and two of Mr. Albert's guards entered the room.

Tyler pushed Mr. Albert away, causing him to fall to the floor. As Mr. Albert's guards attempted to attack Tyler, Tyler's soldiers intervened to stop them. Tyler reached out his hand to help Mr. Albert up, and although Mr. Albert extended his hand toward Tyler, Tyler pretended to assist him but instead pushed him back.

"Ouch!" Mr. Albert winced in pain.

"Tyler, stop that right now! Mr. Albert isn't someone you can do that to!" Mr. Stile yelled, trying to intervene.

"Father, let's leave here. You don't have to keep begging him. She's my wife, and I'm going to save her at all costs," Tyler said.

"Safe us when you have been away for three years?. Did you come back just to make life miserable for us? If you can't help me to beg Mr. Albert, you should have left in peace. Why do you have to make matters worse for me? How do you even know I am here? Just leave now. I don't want to see you," Mr. Stile said. Mr. Albert managed to stand up with the help of his guards before moving closer to Tyler.

"You'll regret ever doing that to me. I'll make you regret it," Mr. Albert said.

"Why do you steal my words? You aren't the one who will make me regret. I am the one who will make you, your family, and the Wilson family regret. You all will regret touching my family," Tyler yelled before landing a slap on Mr. Albert's face. Mr. Albert held his face in shock.

"You slapped me?" He asked.

"Yes, and I will do it again and again," Tyler replied.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Albert. Forgive my son for his foolishness," Mr. Stile said with his head bowed. He then raised his head and moved closer to Tyler. He landed a slap on Tyler's face, causing Tyler's eyes to widen in shock.

"Father!"