"Give Caleb a call and tell him to bring over the staff from the mental health facility," Tyrone said mockingly as he gave Greg a look. Greg's expression turned dark as he was listening to the conversation between Tyrone and Heather. "Stop saying I'm going mad. I'm talking to you, you hear me?""Sure," Heather said as she continued to tap on her phone screen. She then asked, "Should we inform the media that Greg has a mental illness and needs to be sent to a mental health facility for treatment?""Caleb will arrange for the reporters."If Caleb didn't know what Tyrone wanted after following him for so many years, he would have been fired already.Greg was getting furious.The two of them were treating him like he wasn't even there.He raised his voice and roared, "I'm not crazy! How dare you… Gah!"Greg started to cough as he became agitated. He took a deep breath as he pulled at his wounds. His body leaned back on the bed head as his face became pale and covered with sweat. T
Tyrone suddenly stopped.Heather had stopped as well. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she concealed the mixed emotions in her eyes.From Greg's angle, he could see Heather's beautiful face from the side.Ha. Seemed like she wasn't as indifferent to it after all.Tyrone was going to turn around, but Heather was worried they would get into another altercation, so she quickly dragged Tyrone out."Why did you drag me away?"Tyrone frowned tightly. His expression was terrifyingly dark.Once they had reached the corner around the stairs, Heather let go of Tyrone's arm and said, "Can't you tell? Greg didn't really want me, anyway. He was only saying that to irritate you."Tyrone frowned, his eyes looking at Heather judgingly. "Then, why aren't you angry?"She was too calm.So calm that Tyrone couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.The feeling that he was losing control once again showed itself.Tyrone's fingers held her by the chin and he stared at her. "Don't let your imaginat
Tyrone held Heather's back with his powerful hands. He used so much strength, as if he wanted her to become one with him. Then, he picked her up.Suddenly, he could hear someone's light footsteps. Tyrone stopped and turned to give whoever it was a sharp look. "Who is it?"There was a bang.A man in a black suit stood at the staircase. "It's me, Mr. Tyrone. Mr. Greg has asked me to send his suitcase to him."He was really only here to send a piece of luggage. He wasn't expecting to see Tyrone having such a passionate moment here.He had already seen Heather once outside of the Huntington residence from afar. Only when he got closer did he realize she was breathtakingly beautiful. No wonder she could gain so much of Tyrone's favor.Tyrone's expression instantly darkened. "What are you looking at?"The man shuddered and lowered his head. He didn't dare to give her another look.Heather was curious. "How long is Greg going to stay here?""He said he's injured, so he's going to sta
Tyrone and Heather had a moment of fiery passion.After they were done, Tyrone picked Heather up and they took a bath together in the bathtub.Tyrone put his hand on Heather's waist and gently massaged it to reduce the soreness. "Are you alright?"During their last passionate encounter, she had cried out that her waist was snapping in half and begged him to stop.Heather lay in his arms with a limp as she rested her head on his shoulder, mumbling, "Give my back a massage, too."She was as obedient as a cat.Tyrone especially liked Heather, as she rested in his arms without resisting.At a time like this, Tyrone was also especially agreeable to Heather's suggestions. He put his hand on her back and massaged her with a strength level that was just nice. "How's this?""Yes…" Heather let out a comfortable sigh as she closed her eyes. "Tyrone, if you're bankrupt, you should open a massage parlor."He was so handsome, and he was so skilled in massaging, his business would be so good
Tyrone and Greg's attitude had shocked everyone within their social circle. However, despite their shock, everyone was able to see that something wasn't right, and all of them immediately stopped working with the Huntingtons as well.Then, there was news about Winnie's cosmetic company in South Astram. The company had been helping a scamming operation outside of the country, laundering money as well as smuggling illegal goods.Greg was the one who leaked the news.Winnie had dirt on him, but he also had a lot of dirt on Winnie.She was taken away by government officials for investigation in less than two hours after the news was published.Everyone knew when that was going to happen.The Huntington family, which was once influential in both the political and commercial realms, was going to collapse soon.…Both Greg and Tyrone were very busy. Heather became the person with the most free time in her hands.Since she had nothing to do, she turned her attention to editing her s
Heather simply stood there and looked at Tyrone approaching them.Aislin also turned to look at Tyrone and a look of interest flashed through her eyes. She hadn't seen Tyrone in person for a long time.He was still as handsome as always, just like how she liked it.Aislin glanced at Heather with a hint of provocation in her eyes, then turned to Tyrone with a sweet smile. She said in a gentle, loving tone, "Long time no see, Mr. Tyrone."She had spent a lot of effort planning her outfit today, knowing she would see him.However, Tyrone simply walked past her and stood in front of Heather, extending his hand and pulling Heather into his arms as usual. "When did you come back?"Aislin's face was full of awkwardness and embarrassment as she stood at the sideline. However, she was more surprised than anything else.She turned to look at Tyrone and Heather in astonishment. To think that Tyrone didn't give her any reaction at all and simply walked past her…Heather gave Aislin a nonch
Greg's expression darkened for a moment. "Someone foolish like her is always dreaming about something unrealistic in her mind." The reason he couldn't bribe Heather was because she liked Tyrone and would willingly sacrifice herself for him. By applying a similar logic, if she could grow to hate Tyrone, she would use everything she had to destroy him. He wanted to make Heather his weapon against Tyrone. … In the living room, Heather was replying to a message from the screenwriter as she sat on the couch. Tyrone walked in and immediately saw her. "Mr. Tyrone," Cynthia greeted him courteously. Heather turned with a look of confusion in her eyes. Had they finished chatting so quickly? Tyrone sat down next to her. Then, he put his arm behind her on the sofa and played with her hair. He looked at her somewhat cold face and asked, "You're angry?" Heather bit her lip. "I'm not." Tyrone clicked his tongue. She said she wasn't angry, yet her reaction… It was obvious she w
Heather was feeling a little powerless. Tyrone wanted her to act jealous? So that it could satisfy his ego as a man? Heather turned away and her tone turned soft as she said, "I won't deliver her to your bed, of course. But if you really do like her, I'll leave." She was not generous to the point she could deliver another woman to him. Tyrone let out a mocking laugh. "So, you really don't care?" There was no jealousy or regret in her eyes. He was really someone she could just give to someone. Just what was she treating him as? "Fine, Heather." "That's completely fine." Tyrone was almost forcing his voice out as he gritted his teeth. Seeing that they had reached this point, Heather's eyes narrowed as she turned to look at Cynthia not that far away and said, "Cynthia, can you prepare the guest room next to Greg…" Tyrone was completely enraged as he grabbed Heather by the neck. Heather, who couldn't finish what she said, frowned in pain. "Let go…" "I thought you wa