Chapter 112

Heather felt a chill run through her bones. Tyrone was indeed a cunning man!

Tyrone lifted her chin and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Heather returned to her senses and swatted his hand away in an instant, as though she had been electrocuted. Tyrone's hand hung in mid-air as he frowned unhappily.

"Mr. Elkin, since you know that I'm not a spy and I am no longer of any use to you, I hope you'll approve my resignation. After this, I hope we never cross paths again!"

Craig had been right about one thing—Heather needed to escape from Tyrone's side. The latter wasn't a man she could afford to provoke.

It was enough that she had been used once. She didn't want to be used twice, thrice…

Heather didn't realize that Tyrone had never needed to explain anything to anyone. Given his status, there was no need for him to do so.

Yet, even though he had been so patient with her and explained everything, she had still concluded that she never wanted to see him again.

What remained of Ty