Chapter 117

Tyler's face was as dark as an impending storm cloud as he walked out of the club, his lips set in a grim line. Jackson was nowhere to be found, he'd probably gone to get the men ready for the op.

Tyler sighed, breathing out slowly, his face was grim.

Whatever he and Leona had discussed definitely hadn't ended well.

Tyler got into his car and drove back home and he turned on the radio, hoping to drown out his thoughts with some music.

His eyes narrowed as he listened to news reports about a very extravagant convoy that'd taken Mr. Dylan Petrova, the CEO of Greystate Conglomerate back to his home.

Tyler's eyes narrowed, it seemed Katerina wasn't missed at home if her father even had the time to organize some elaborate get-together.

The news only made his frown deepen.

He'd just gotten home when his cell phone rang.

It was Jackson.

"Hello? Tyler?" Jackson's voice sounded strained and Tyler could hear some faint sounds in the background.

"Yeah, how long until you get ready on your