“How's that possible?” Lyra yelled over the phone, shocked by her mother's words. “Mother, why would Tyla do something like this!” Martha chuckled softly, “I'm as surprised as you are, Lyra. To think that I took care of her for several years like my own.” “Like your own?” Lyra whispered, her brows furrowed in confusion, “Mother, what do you mean?” she asked, wondering if her mother made the wrong choice of words. Martha sighed, “I'll text you my location. I have a lot to tell you” she said, regretting the actions she made several years ago. Perhaps her husband was right. She really should have waited for God's timing. The same child she decided to help had stabbed her in the back. “I'll be there in half an hour.” Lyra said as she hurriedly boarded a taxi. Half an hour later, Lyra walked into a small building situated by the side of the road. She clenched her fists by her sides as she took in the surroundings. It looked unbefitting for a maid, not to talk of her own parents. With
Nathan let out a soft sigh, “Would Duncan have recommended me to you if I was incompetent?” He asked with a small smile, “Miss Brooks, the fact that I'm young doesn't mean I don't have experience.” he added and Tyla nodded, “Alright. I don't have a choice than to work with you, do I?” she chuckled. Nathan crossed his legs and leaned back, “ Can you tell me more about the contract with this supposed person? Is it a recently signed contract or a long term one?” “A long term one, the biggest contract in Aston hills. It's been years now but he still sent me a termination message.” Tyla said, her body trembling from rage, “And the most annoying part, he has no tangible reason for terminating the contract. Makes it even more suspicious.” “He terminated it for no reason?” Nathan asked, his brows furrowed deeply, “Are you sure there was no sort of argument between both of you? Is this how this supposed person works with all his clients? Terminate contracts just anyhow ?” Tyla smirked, “I
Tyla controlled the urge to slam her phone on the ground. She read the message over and over again, hoping she was reading the wrong thing, but that was the context of the message. They're in need of some money? Just when did she take an envelope to the meeting room? It was only a few weeks ago! Where was she supposed to get money for whatever goal they had? How was she going to get the money when her company was already going through a rough patch? Tyla flinged her phone away and dashed out of her office. Since she just entered the company a few minutes ago, the employees were surprised she was leaving again.At this point, Tyla was convinced to attend the event. If attending the event would make her meet Duncan and plead with him for more time, she was definitely going to do it. She was this close to achieving her goal, she wasn't going to allow money to limit her. The biggest hall in Ashton Hills was quite far from the Harlow Empire. Tyla drove for half an hour before finally
“You know him?” Duncan asked, taken aback by her words, “What do you mean?” Tyla shook her head and forced out a smile, “The more I look at him, the more I realize he isn't the one. He looked so familiar earlier, so I mistook him for someone else.” Duncan chuckled. “Mistook him for someone else?” “Yes”Her expressions were even more suspicious. First she was terrified to see him and now she was feigning ignorance. “I guess I have some research to do.” he muttered below his breath as he continued watching Anthony handle his campaign launch. Few minutes later, a waiter walked towards them and placed two glasses of wine on their table. “Just in time. I was about to ask.” Tyla smiled as she picked up the glass, bringing the wine to her lips. The more she stared at Anthony, the more she felt uneasy. Just like Duncan had said, he was the person they've been working so hard for, so she was sure he wouldn't stab her in the back. Not now, not ever. But first, they had to meet in privat
Half an hour later, Brian's lawyer, Clinton, walked into his office with a brown suitcase.“Mr. Duke.” Clinton said, bowing his head slightly. Brian stretched his hands for a handshake, “Mr Wells, please have your seat.” Clinton pulled out the chair and sat down, “Albert called me urgently. I hope there's no problem?” Brian pushed the file towards Clinton, “Check it out. We have a case at hand.” he said and Clinton picked it up. His brows were deeply furrowed as he went through the file, “The Harlow Empire is suing you for a breach of contract?” “Yes.” Brian laughed, finding Tyla's actions amusing. Even if she was being backed by someone, she should still know her place as an underdog. He leaned closer and said, “I'm as surprised as you are.” Clinton chuckled, “This is a piece of cake. I'll handle the case and make sure she gets nothing, while risking getting counter sued for defamation. You can trust me on this.” he assured. Clinton's words brought a smile to Brian's face, “Then
Due to the case that was fast approaching, Tyla and her lawyer discussed several ways to bring Brian down to his knees, corner him at all sides and make him give up. Meanwhile, Brian was invited to a conference. Due to his high and reputable status, his presence was something that people valued. Just having him on the seat is enough to show a person's worth in the business empire. Along with his bodyguards, Brian strode into the building, drawing attention to himself. He had this sophisticated aura around him that made people want to bow, showing that he was above them all. A perfect outfit for a perfect event. Brian decided to wear a navy blue suit crafted from the finest Italian wool, further adding to his charm. He walked towards the seat reserved for VVIPs, and almost Immediately, a server got up and showed Brian towards his seat. Compared to everyone around, Brian seemed to carry a special air around him, forcing them to worship his feets. His body guard
Hearing Brian's words, Reed's nose flared up in anger. While people had told him that Brian was an arrogant young man, he never believed it. Even though he was powerful and well respected, Reed believed that Brian would be afraid of them. He wasn't expecting Brian to be this brazen with words. Reed clasped his hands together, controlling the urge to raise his voice due to his reputation and the event going on, “Trust me, you really don't want to know what we're capable of when we come together. You must think you're the only one who's being backed up.” he sneered and Brian smirked, “Backed up?” he laughed, wondering where they were getting their wrong accusations from. Who said he was being backed up by people when he was the one backing people up? He was the leader of Cabal 8 and Tycoon 6. People need him, not the other way around. “Seems like You've not made your research well.” Brian continued, a disappointed expression on his face, “I'm quite disappointed.” R
Reed nodded in response, “Yes, that's him!” He spat, “He thinks he's on top of the world because he's the mere owner of an Empire.” He adjusted himself on his seat as his lips curled up in a mischievous smile, “I was merciful enough to beg you, Brian. I begged you, but now, you're going on your knees for I'm not ready to spare any mer—” “St..stop!” Larson gasped, a slight blush on his cheeks. The air conditioner was functioning properly, but the heat he felt in his body was intense. He stared at Brian, wondering if it was the wrong person, but he was the same. The same as always. The powerful Brian Duke. Reed paused, taken aback by Laraon's words. He tapped his shoulders, “I know you're quite surprised but it's true.” he continued, “This pathetic pumpkin is going to regret coming here today. Mr Seethal, I want you to show us your worth. Kick him out of the business empire!” “Yes, he doesn't deserve to be here anymore.” Stephen chimed in, “Merely seeing