All Margaret did was give Heather a slap and he reduced her monthly allowance to ten thousand dollars. What could she do with ten thousand dollars? It wasn't enough to even pay for her driver!Margaret could feel the anger boiling inside of her when she realized Tyrone was doing this for Heather."You ignored my warning.""No, absolutely not. Ten thousand dollars won't be enough for me. Are you trying to starve me?" Margaret questioned him.Tyrone sneered. "Any common man will be able to live a comfortable life with ten thousand dollars as a monthly allowance. It's up to you how you want to spend the money. You can starve once you have spent it all."Margaret could only glare at her phone after he hung up.It was difficult to return to a humble life after living so lavishly for a long time.Ever since Tyrone had returned to the Elkin household, she had lived the high life for more than 20 years. It wouldn't be enough for her if suddenly she only had a monthly allowance of ten th
Craig whispered to Heather and said, "Tyrone is rich and influential so you're afraid to leave him. Don't be afraid. I'll create an opening for you to leave him."Heather could hear something was off from his tone and she said with a frown, "Craig, what are you doing? Don't do anything rash. I won't be with you, so don't do anything to cross Tyrone. It's not worth it, so calm down."Heather said "I won't be with you" so effortlessly, as if she didn't even need to think about it to say those words.Craig felt like he was simply torturing himself.Despite all the painful words she said, he still couldn't hate her. He couldn't even get upset."Hattie, I'm not asking you to stay with me. I just want to give you your freedom back," Craig said in a low tone.Heather wasn't sure what he meant. "Craig, don't do it. You've only managed to rebuild the Simpson family after so much effort, and crossing Tyrone would make everything you did pointless.""Hattie, Tyrone's a human too. He's not
"Ms. Sutton, we are from the auction house. Since Mr. Elkin and you didn't go to the auction house yesterday, he asked us to bring the available lots here to let you choose so they won't be purchased by someone else. I can introduce to you anything that catches your eyes," the middle-aged man explained with a smile.Heather was surprised. "You're letting me choose? Isn't this a little too ludicrous?"Tyrone held her waist and raised his eyebrow, saying in an indifferent tone, "No need to budget for me."Everything on the table were antiques that were supposed to be on auction yesterday.Caleb was standing nearby with a checkbook ready.He once again learned something new from his boss about how to love his woman. Who else could make his lover pick and choose antiques like something from a flea market?Not to mention that the company had set up a work department just on collecting information on ancient architecture. There was no limit to how much Tyrone was spoiling Heather.Hea
Heather pulled out her phone.But before she could see who was calling, Tyrone already had his arms around her slender neck and forced her to look at him. "Don't pick it up. Kiss me.""Stop it. I need to pick up the call.""Is a call more important than me? Kiss me now or I'll throw the phone away."Tyrone raised his eyebrow and he looked visibly upset.It was a tyrannical yet childish threat.Yet that was how Tyrone was. He liked to see Heather make him the purpose of her life and put him first even when it came to minor things like picking up a phone.Heather found it funny. He would still buy her a new phone even if he got rid of the one she had right now.However, Heather knew Tyrone didn't like her disobeying him, so she tried to calm him down first.Heather tip-toed and kissed Tyrone's lips. His cold demeanor reminded her of how it felt when the snow petals fell on her face during the middle of winter.A dark glint flashed in Tyrone's eyes. He widened his eyes as he gla
Heather followed her inside and looked around the large garden. "Since when have you moved here?""Mr. Thomas and the family moved here about a month ago. I heard from Mrs. Macey that the household had spent about ten million dollars on this villa. There's so much funds available to the household," the head maid said fawningly.They moved here about a month ago but she had only received the address today.The villa was far larger than the one they owned before, and the renovation was much more luxurious as well.The head maid said Thomas was still in his study. Once inside the living room, she then led Heather to the second floor. They were just walking around the corner when they encountered Whitney, who was heading down."Hattie?"Whitney's expression was one of shock when she saw Heather, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled, as if she was happy and excited. She quickly walked toward her and held Heather by her arm."Are you here to see me, Hattie?"Whitney hadn
In the study, Heather and Thomas sat across from each other with a coffee table between them. "Hattie, we've moved to a new house," Thomas began with a warm, fatherly smile. "We didn't get the chance to tell you, but your room is beautifully decorated. You should take a look later." He added, "And Macey—she's changed a lot. She knows she wasn't very kind to you before, but that won't happen again." It had been over a month since they moved, and yet this was the first time they mentioned it. Thomas claimed they hadn't had the chance, but hadn't even found the time for a phone call. Heather offered a faint smile. "Has business been good at the company lately?" Thomas' face brightened with pride. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Business is booming, and a lot is going on. I've been thinking it's time for you to come help out. "I know you're busy with screenwriting, but you're my daughter. And with Whitney's health being what it is, eventually, you'll h
Thomas' subtle probing extinguished the flicker of hope Heather had for any genuine family connection.But hearing Tyrone's voice filled her heart with warmth. Suddenly, the cold seemed to disappear. Tyrone's primary goal had always been making money, yet now he was telling her she mattered more than that. The thought that someone found her important was a wonderful feeling. "Why did you call?" Tyrone's deep voice came through the phone. Heather pressed her lips together before answering him. "Tyrone, I forgot to mention something earlier. I overheard Greg talking with someone from a big financial group. Maybe you should look into it." "Alright." "Don't let him win." "You called just to tell me that?" Tyrone chuckled softly, unconcerned. "Don't worry. I won't go bankrupt, and I'll make sure you're never short on money." Heather bit her lip. "Tyrone, I miss you." There was a brief silence before his quiet response. "Alright." Heather wasn't sure what else to say.
The cool night breeze whispered through the rustling leaves. Outside the back gate of Snyder Manor, a black sedan rested in the shadows. Inside the car sat a driver, along with Selena and a burly young man in the back seat. "Where is she?" the man asked, his gaze fixed on Selena. Just then, Whitney arrived, opened the passenger door, and got in. She glanced coldly at the two in the back before addressing the man. "I've taken Heather to the garden. The rest is up to you." In the garden, Heather's slender figure stood under the swaying shadows of trees, her beauty almost ethereal. A flash of fierce hatred crossed Selena's eyes as she turned to the man beside her. "That's Heather. Do you see her?" The man was tall and plump. He wasn't particularly handsome, and there was a vacant, simpleminded look in his eyes. When he spotted Heather, his eyes widened with recognition. "She's waiting for you. Do you want to meet her?" Selena asked. The man nodded eagerly, reaching for