Chapter 73

Heather was rendered speechless.

She had thought that she could exchange her freedom by revealing Greg's plan, but Tyrone wasn't playing by the rules.

Heather couldn't even utter a single word in her frustration. She furrowed her brow tightly, her face displaying stubborn refusal.

As Tyrone watched that, his desire to conquer was ignited. He pinched her chin and forcefully kissed her.

"Let me—"

Heather resisted. With her hands pressing against his chest, she attempted to push him away.

Her soft lips were like candy, irresistible upon contact. Tyrone disliked sweets, yet he was particularly fond of her lips.

He wouldn't allow Heather to escape.

He used his large hand to firmly hold the back of her head as he pressed her down onto the couch. His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, deepening the kiss.

The two entangled figures in the room kissed passionately, shocking the one spying on them outside.

"My goodness!" the bodyguard exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Caleb was shocked.