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
Fernando remained silent. Heather glanced around, then supported herself and rose to her feet. "Let me help you find your parents." Given his condition, Fernando always needed someone to watch over him. "It's been so long, how have you been, Hattie?" Fernando grinned, his words slow and his tone distinctly different from others. Heather smiled warmly. "I've been well, thank you. And you?"Her face softened with her gentle smile, and her bright eyes sparkled like stars. The hem of her elegant white gown fluttered in the night breeze, making her look ethereal, like a goddess beneath the moonlight.Fernando's heart raced as he watched her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, colorful box and handed it to her. "For me?" Heather asked, surprised. "Yeah." "Thank you," Heather said, taking the box. "Open it!" Fernando urged, his face lighting up with excitement.Heather smiled again and opened the box. Inside were a few brightly colored candies, and her lips cu
Chaos erupted. Fernando and Caleb were locked in a vicious brawl. Caleb's professional training showed in his skill, but Fernando, out of control, fought like a crazed beast, his strength overwhelming. Dirt flew, branches snapped, and the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh echoed through the air. From a sleek black car in the distance, Selena and Whitney watched the scene unfold in shock. "Why didn't you tell me Tyrone was here too?" Selena yelled, her face livid. Whitney, equally stunned, replied, "We didn't invite Tyrone. I have no idea when he got here." "Tyrone's now here, and that bitch got away again," Selena snarled, and her face contorted with frustration. … In the garden, Tyrone gently lifted Heather and set her down on a stone table. Her face was pale. Though his voice was tense with worry, Tyrone kept it steady, trying not to alarm her. "Hattie, are you hurt?" Still trembling, Heather glanced up at him, her lips quivering. "I'm okay," she muttered. A
Tyrone made no mention of Fernando's attempt to assault Heather, sparing her reputation. Still, the onlookers weren't oblivious. They noticed Heather was wearing a man's suit jacket, and the color matched Tyrone's slacks perfectly—it was clearly his. But everyone knew Heather was dating Greg, the second son of the Elkin family. Thoughts began to stir among the crowd. It was becoming obvious that the illegitimate daughter of the Snyder family wasn't just involved with Greg, but also had some kind of close relationship with Tyrone, the third son of the Elkins. With ties like this, the Snyder family was bound to rise in status. To those watching, aligning with the Snyders now appeared to be a smart move. Fernando's parents' face turned pale. They hadn't expected Fernando to offend Tyrone and were too shocked to speak. Meanwhile, Thomas couldn't hide his satisfaction. "Mr. Elkin, I apologize for not welcoming you properly. We didn't expect you to grace us with your presence.
Because of Heather's casual mention of missing him, Tyrone had come. She stared at Tyrone's handsome face, feeling the alcohol hit her harder, making her a bit light-headed. She reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. His familiar scent filled her lungs, sinking deep into her being. "Are you drunk?" Tyrone asked, noticing the faint smell of alcohol on her breath. "I'm dizzy," Heather murmured. "Why did you stay?" She had always thought Tyrone disliked the Snyder family and would leave as soon as possible. Her gentle, sweet tone made it sound like she was whining. Tyrone's eyes darkened slightly as his long fingers began to massage her temples, avoiding her question. "Do you know him?" he asked. Fernando was lucky to still be walking after daring to lay a hand on Heather. Tyrone had wanted to confront him but had let him go only because she had asked. Heather explained, "His name is Fernando. He was my college classmate. He
"Mm," Heather responded in her dreamy state.Tyrone didn't say anything more. He lifted her up in his arms and headed outside.Because of Tyrone, none of the guests left early tonight. They all waited downstairs, eager for another chance to meet him and strike up a conversation.At that moment, he appeared at the top of the stairs.The crowd looked up.They saw Tyrone, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, carrying Heather, who seemed to have fallen asleep.Her forehead rested on his shoulder, and her face was covered by Tyrone's oversized suit jacket. The luxurious dress she wore flowed smoothly down, revealing her snow-white, slender legs and her golden high heels.As he walked downstairs, her soft skirt swayed gently. His aloofness and her feminine softness intertwined, like something out of a movie poster.Tyrone didn't glance at anyone as he walked down the stairs, heading straight for the door.Those guests who had been hoping to approach him didn't dare speak up. I
Tyrone's words were merciless. After all, not everyone could earn Tyrone's favor.Thomas looked embarrassed, but he could only force a smile. "Mr. Elkin, you and Hattie have such a good relationship. You are right, it's all because of Hattie."Tyrone ignored him. His cold, dark eyes were fixed on Whitney.His intense gaze made her spine tingle. Forcing a smile, Whitney said, "Tyrone, we all hope that your relationship with Heather grows stronger and that you two can be happy together.""Is that really what you hope for?" Tyrone's voice was as cold as ice.Whitney was momentarily stunned, but she quickly said, "Of course, that's what I hope for. Tyrone, why would you ask that?"Tyrone's gaze was sharp as he glared at her. "Then why was Fernando in the garden?"Whiteny looked shocked. Could Tyrone have found out something?No, if he already knew, he wouldn't be asking her this.She quickly calmed herself and replied with a confused expression, "I don't know why he was in the gar