Heather gaped at the screen speechlessly. What did Tyrone send her a picture of a dog for? She didn't remember offending him, and she certainly didn't deserve to be likened to a dog!"Doesn't this dog look like you when you were hospitalized?" came another text from Tyrone.Heather looked at the picture of the Dalmatian Tyrone had sent and realized he was making fun of her. When she had been hospitalized, gentian violet had been smeared over her wounds, making her look like she had purple spots splattered all over her.She rolled her eyes. Dalmatians had black spots, not purple ones. That color-blind idiot!Heather had no plans of entertaining Tyrone's musings, so she set her phone down and continued working.Meanwhile, Tyrone was in his car, which was speeding down the road. He waited for Heather to reply, but when his phone didn't buzz, his gaze darkened. He immediately called her.The buzzing sound on the table made Heather look at her phone, where Tyrone's number was flashi
Heather's question was so oblique that Tyrone couldn't help being confused. "What?"Heather clarified, "Has anyone given you any trouble after you had Ms. Snyder released from prison?"While getting Whitney out of prison had been part of Heather's deal with Tyrone, she didn't want him to get in trouble because of her. If he did, then she would feel indebted to him once more.Tyrone chuckled. "I wouldn't consider you trouble."He sounded relaxed, like getting Whitney out of prison hadn't been a big deal at all. Heather presumed no one had given him any trouble for it and let out a breath of relief. "Oh, Mr. Elkin, thank you for making the hospital arrangements for Ms. Snyder.""You can thank me when I'm back," Tyrone said in his pleasant, deep voice. He paused before asking, "Are you feeling better?""Yes, thank you," she answered.Tyrone chuckled. It was only a sound of amusement, but there was something dangerous and teasing about it too.Heather bristled, and it took her a
Work took up most of Heather's time for the next two days.On Thursday afternoon, her phone buzzed just after she had gotten off work. Upon seeing that the phone call was from Caleb, she quickly answered it and asked, "Mr. Hall, how may I help you?""Ms. Sutton, kindly pick up Mr. Elkin at the airport in half an hour. His flight will be getting in by then," Caleb instructed perfunctorily."Mr. Elkin's back?" Heather froze. "Why do I have to pick him up?""Given your relationship with him, shouldn't it be expected of you to pick him up?" Caleb countered, finding her question odd.Emotions flickered through Heather's darkened gaze as she said softly, "Right, of course."Previously, Tyrone had gone easy on Heather on account of her injuries. But now that she was better and he was on his way back, he was going to call in on their bargain.There were no direct buses to the airport from there, so Heather had to hail a cab. She tried not to think about the costs as she settled into the
All the color drained from Heather's face. She pursed her lips and turned to face Bob with a smile. "Mr. Waylon, what would it take for you to let us leave?"Bob stared at her. "Ms. Sutton, your friend could stand to behave better. I offered her some wine, but she broke two bottles of Chateau Lafite-Rothschild. "We're talking tens and thousands of dollars worth of wine here. I'll let you leave if you can fork out 30 thousand dollars in damages.""You weren't offering me wine!" Ivy snapped. "You were trying to get me drunk!"Heather glanced at the broken wine bottles that lay on the floor in fragments. It wasn't Chateau Lafite-Rothschild, but some common wine that probably didn't cost much at all. Bob knew full well that neither she nor Ivy could come up with 30 thousand dollars on the spot. He was forcing them to stay.Bob's eyes flashed with malice as he said, "You can either pay me or spend the night with me. Then, I'll let you and your friend leave. How about it, Ms. Sutton?
Heather had been hoping to make an emergency call, but her purse had been snatched away, leaving her with no recourse."I'm sorry, Hattie," Ivy muttered apologetically. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have been so stupid to believe my producer wanted to talk about a script, and now I've gotten you into this mess too."Ivy had the looks and the skills, but she had never made it as a female lead in any movie. She was so desperate for a chance to shine that she had walked right into a lion's den.Heather comforted her softly, saying, "Hey, none of that now. I'm just glad you're all right. We need to stay calm and think of an escape plan, okay?"Meanwhile, Tyrone was standing outside the arrival hall at the airport. He was dressed casually and donned a pair of shades. He had one hand in his pocket, looking aloof and intimidating.While his expression was nothing short of defiant, his handsome features and imperious demeanor made young women stop and stare anyway. Some of the women
One of Bob's henchmen cursed, "Damn it! Stop, you bitches!"He chased after Heather and Ivy as they bolted down the stairs, all the while shouting into his walkie-talkie, "I need backup! Those two bitches are getting away!"With the many private lounges hosted by the Lunary, only a few people loitered in the corridors. The only way Heather and Ivy could get to the safety of a crowd was to go out the front doors.As such, they ran like mad down the stairs. However, they had only just reached the first-floor lobby when someone reached out to grab Heather by the arm. She looked up to see Bob leering at her, and her blood ran cold."Where are you running off to, Ms. Sutton?" Bob asked icily, his question rhetorical.Heather bit her lip. She glanced to the side and saw a wine rack. She quickly reached out her free hand to grab one of the bottles and smash it against the rack.The bottle shattered. Heather pointed the jagged ends of the broken bottle at Bob and warned coldly, "Let us
The owner of the Lunary hurried over when he learned of Tyrone's arrival. He flashed an overcompensating smile at the latter and said, "Mr. Elkin! What a pleasant surprise to see you here!" However, when he sensed the tension in the air, he asked tentatively, "Did something happen?"Tyrone ignored the owner and turned toward Bob instead. He looked at Bob like one might regard a mongrel and asked slowly, "You again? You seem to have a strange fascination with my woman, don't you?" Bob stammered, "M-Mr. Elkin, this… You've got the wrong idea. I was joking with Ms. Sutton. I wanted to buy her a meal, that's all."There was no trace of Bob's arrogance from before. He could tell Tyrone was serious about Heather. He would be a fool to admit he'd had lewd intentions for Heather.Tyrone narrowed his eyes and drawled mockingly, "Oh, a meal? I can't let you do that, Mr. Waylon. Shall we grab a meal together instead? My treat."Bob heard the way Tyrone bit out the last two words and f
Bob's eyes were wide with agony as his pained moans and muffled cries filled the room. The bodyguard mercilessly shoved one plate of food after another down Bob's throat.It wasn't long before Bob was covered in the food he couldn't swallow, and his stomach bulged alarmingly. He collapsed onto the floor as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was so stuffed that he couldn't even make a sound.Everyone in the room shuddered, their breaths hitching as they stared at the horrific scene before them.Tyrone towered over Bob's unmoving figure and gazed down at him contemptuously. "You'll be wise to stay away from my woman after this. Who are you to offer to buy her a meal?"Bob regarded Tyrone fearfully. He couldn't muster up a single word. At this point, he was no better than a dead swine."All right, let's get this bastard out of here before he messes up the place even more," Seth ordered.He flicked his wrist, and his men stepped forward to drag Bob away. "It's getting la