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
There was shock in Heather's eyes. "He wanted to take me to visit ancient buildings?""That's right. Mr. Tyrone even told me there was no need to prepare your dinner, so he must have planned to take you out to dinner."Cynthia paused a little and said, "During the day that Greg kidnapped you, I heard from Mr. Hall that you're supposed to have a date with Mr. Tyrone. But no one expected the kidnapping."Ms. Sutton, please forgive me for overstepping. In a relationship like yours, few can have a better life than you do. We must be grateful for what we have. Otherwise, we will lose our man's love."Cynthia believed Heather had been spoiled a little too much.Heather bit her lip, as mixed feelings flashed in her eyes.That day after she left the Huntington Group, Tyrone called her to go back to the company. He was planning to take her out on a date?Why was he always like that?Why would he always stab her in the back when she was touched?…"You're done with the fighting already
After the quarrel, Tyrone and Heather were officially in a cold war.Tyrone didn't return to Magnolia Creek for two days straight.He didn't come home, true, but Heather could still get information regarding him through the news. He had been making a lot of decisions while he was at Elkin Group and it drew a lot of attention from the outside world. Many of the hosts of financial television programs and professionals would analyze why.The next day, Heather was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book.Her phone suddenly rang. It was Seth.Heather picked it up and she could hear Seth almost crying on the other side of the phone. "Hattie, what did you do Tyrone? Why is he suddenly so brutal?"Heather was stunned and asked curiously, "What happened to him?""He's completely fine, but I'm the one that's not fine. Do you know what it feels like to have worked for 20 hours and then be woken up after 15 minutes' worth of sleep?" Seth said in a gloomy tone.During this
There were many people holding cameras and microphones in the garden. They looked like reporters, but they were stopped by security while they were still on the grass, unable to get closer to the main building.Heather looked at them with a slight frown. It looked a lot like the time the reporters rushed into the Huntington family."Tyrone's in trouble now," Greg said mischievously and full of gloats.Heather frowned. "We have a famous celebrity right here, right?""The middle-aged man wearing a black suit in front, the woman with dyed blonde hair next to him, and that slender man… They're all famous financial reporters."No one knew he was staying here and Heather didn't have any influential background, so it was clear the reporters came for Tyrone."Ms. Sutton, please return to your room for now. I'll get rid of them," Cynthia said.Heather frowned and said, "Now that they're already here, there's no point in hiding. I'll go take a look."She stood up and headed outside whi
Why did Heather say that?Winnie was shocked too. If she could reveal the relationship between Heather and Tyrone, then Tyrone would be in a lot of trouble. She would have the time to take a breather and plan for her revenge then. That was why Eden had to follow them as well, to see what Heather was planning.Back in the living room, Greg was still watching them with interest as he sat in his wheelchair. The only thing that stopped him from fully enjoying this moment was that the window was soundproof and he couldn't hear anything they said.Suddenly, Heather turned and headed inside the villa with the reporters following right behind them.What was she doing?Suddenly, he was alerted by a flight of footsteps coming from the entrance. Greg turned and saw Heather leading the reporters standing at the entrance.Heather looked at him with a faint smile. There was doubt in Greg's eyes. He wasn't sure why, but he suddenly felt a chill down his spine."Honey!"Before Greg could
A black gun had appeared in Greg's hand without anyone noticing. His pale skin contrasted against the black gun he was holding, creating an eerie sight.Winnie fell to the ground. Her right kneecap had already been shattered as blood and flesh mixed together. Blood was gushing out of her open wound.Her face drained of color as she grabbed her leg and screamed while rolling on the ground.Nobody expected this to happen.Even the maids screamed.Heather looked at Winnie with her leg soaked in blood. She felt like throwing up as she frowned and looked at Greg in shock.He actually did it.What a brutal man."My leg… Greg, you… My leg!""My dear sister, you're a darn cripple now, too," Greg said as he played with the pist in his hand, the smile on his pale face sending chills to everyone's spine.Winnie was shaking as she gritted her teeth and stared at Greg. "Why, Greg? Why did you… I knew it… The company in South Astram... It's you… It's you, isn't it?""It is."Greg ackno
Heather was calmly telling the bodyguards to remove Winnie.Greg then turned to Winnie and threatened her, "We still have a long way to go. I'll shoot your other leg when I'm delivering you your wheelchair next time."Winnie couldn't help but shudder.She felt like her other kneecap was also getting shot by a bullet despite being uninjured, the pain and fear slowly creeping up to her from her legs. She felt as if she had fallen into a deep plunge underwater as her sweat had drenched her clothes.In the Elkin household, Greg was no less terrifying than Tyrone.Because of his physical state, his personality was becoming even harder to guess. That became the source of his terror.Two bodyguards walked over and grabbed Winnie, dragging her out of the villa.A trail of blood from Winnie's wounded leg painted the floor red as she was dragged away. She was falling unconscious as she was quickly running out of stamina, her blood being drained out of her body with every passing second.