Not happy with being ignored, Tyler pursed his sexy lips into a thin line. He then got up from the table to chase after Vicky. After the two of them had left the dining room, the old butler came over with a pot of coffee in his hand. "Mister Hart, are you sure this is okay?" Old Mister Hart picked up the cup from the tray and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Tyler has this whole place surrounded by his men. Not even a mosquito, let alone Vicky, can get out of here." "I thought Mister Tyler had given up on Miss Shaw a long time ago. Why is he still so obsessed with her?" the old butler asked quizzically. Old Mister Hart looked at the old butler. "Given up? When did that happen?" "A few years ago… when Mister Tyler came back here after Miss Shaw had broken his heart. That's why I was shocked when I heard you say that they had gotten married. I mean… Didn't they break up? So, how did they end up with each other again?" Old Mister Hart picked up the coffee cup, took a sip,
In order to avoid Tyler, Vicky forwent her usual after-dinner walk and went straight into her room. However, someone grabbed her arm just when she was about to enter her room. Before she knew it, she was pinned to the wall and found her lips being ravaged by Tyler's in an instant. Stunned, she angrily pushed him away. However, she was no match for his strength. Seeing her being uncooperative, Tyler grabbed her neck to stop her from struggling. He did not let her go until he was satisfied with the kiss. "You won't eat the food I placed on your plate, eh?" he asked in a deep and hoarse voice. "Vicky Shaw, how long do you think my grandfather can help you? You'll come to regret crossing me once you're in my hands again." Vicky balled her hands into a fist. Regret? Yes, she had lost count of the many times she had to beg him to let her go. He seemed to derive his happiness from pushing her to the brink of despair and seeing her beg him helplessly. He was so confident with the knowl
"Let me get this straight. You forced me into divorcing you, and then it became my fault when I agreed to it? Doing so makes you think that I don't care about it. Is that it?" "Isn't it?" Vicky broke out in laughter out of disbelief. She opened her mouth to say something but then closed it shut again when she realized she did not actually know what to say. After all, everything was her fault, and he would always be the innocent party. "Let me go. I want to go back to my room to rest now." She did not want to speak to him again. Tyler did not move. He simply stared at her silently. After a while, realizing that Tyler was not going to say anything or let her go, Vicky impatiently said, "Tyler, I'm tired. I want to go back into my room." A few more seconds of silence later, Tyler finally said, "You gave up on our marriage without hesitation when I didn't do anything more than threaten you by putting Cece and Jennifer in jail. What if, one day, someone else threatened them or d
Lincoln looked apologetically at her and said, "I'm sorry, Vicky. This is the only way I could think of to make sure Tyler doesn't take you away. Please bear with it for the time being. I'll arrange for you to go abroad once security is not as tight." "Thank you. You've actually been an immense help to me. I might have been taken away by Tyler already if you hadn't asked Old Mister Hart to help me," said Vicky quietly. Guilt immediately filled her heart when she saw the wound on the corner of Lincoln's mouth. "I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me." Tyler did not hold back at all when he punched Lincoln in the face, and up till now, there was still a bruise on the corner of Lincoln's mouth. Lincoln smiled to show that he did not mind. "This? This is nothing. Besides…" He suddenly paused and changed the topic. "Vicky, Tyler's men are stationed outside of this place, so don't ever leave until I give you the green light." A multitude of feelings flashed across Vicky's eyes as
"At that time, Tyler had his own business, so he didn't want to come back to the family. Meanwhile, I gradually grew my influence patiently over the years. My grandfather didn't want the family business to end up in the hands of an outsider, so he came up with a plan." Lincoln's eyes darkened. "His plan was to put me in a fight against Tyler. He's the biological son of my parents, so that makes him the rightful heir. With his capabilities, he could easily dethrone me with my grandfather's help if he wanted to. However, he didn't want to return to the family, nor did he want to fight me for the inheritance." After a pause, he added, "Vicky, everyone thought I was the one who wanted to stop Tyler from coming back for fear of him taking over. However, in all my years of growing up under this roof, I've been preparing and gathering power, so even if he's the biological son of my parents, it would still be very difficult for him to replace me, right?" Vicky gave a light nod. Lincoln
Realizing it was Tyler's voice, Vicky instinctively looked around her. Everything was as it should be, and there was no suspicious person to be found. However, she knew Tyler must have ordered someone to monitor her. Otherwise, how would he know that she was with Lincoln? She and Lincoln had only been speaking for a short while before his call came. Vicky did not want to speak to him anymore, so she immediately hung up the phone. However, her phone rang again after a few seconds. She checked the caller ID and realized that it was still Tyler who was calling. Biting the bullet, she quickly blocked his number. After a few minutes of peace and quiet, she received a call from an unknown number. Frowning, she answered the phone. "Vicky, how dare you block my number," said Tyler coldly. Without waiting for him to say anything else, Vicky hung up the phone again. This time she did not block that number but instead turned off her phone. She knew Tyler could get his hands on as many new
The sun hung high up in the sky and the weather gradually got hotter as noontime came. When Lincoln noticed Vicky's forehead had become slick with sweat, he said gently, "Vicky, there's a gazebo over there. Why don't we take a rest there?" Vicky was indeed feeling a little tired, so she nodded in agreement. "Okay." The path leading to the gazebo was paved with palm-sized pebbles, giving those who walked on them a sense of unevenness. Suddenly, Vicky mistakenly stepped on a loose stone, which made her slip. Fortunately, Lincoln managed to catch her before she fell. Lincoln looked worriedly at her and asked, "Vicky, are you okay?" Vicky gave him an embarrassed smile and said, "Yes. Thank you." Lincoln was about to let go of her hand when an ice-cold voice sounded. "What are you guys doing?" Vicky turned around and saw a handsome man dressed in a suit standing not far away from them. At that moment, he was glaring angrily at them as though he had caught his wife cheating
Vicky's heart grew even colder when she considered how Tyler worked with Elijah and Aurora to deceive her."You don't need to say anything more to him, Second Young Master. The truth will always reveal itself. Let him interpret the situation however he pleases. Even if there's something between us, it has nothing to do with him.""Tyler, Vicky twisted her ankle, and I'm not sure if she's injured. I know you're angry right now, but at least consider Vicky's physical condition. Also...you're gripping Vicky's hand too tightly. Can you please let go for a moment?" Lincoln frowned as he looked at Tyler, his disapproval evident. "It's no wonder Vicky doesn't want to be with you. If you had shown even the slightest concern for her feelings and emotions, she wouldn't be avoiding you."Instead of letting go, Tyler tightened his grip on Vicky's hand, his expression growing even colder.Ever since Vicky rejected his calls and turned off her phone, he rushed back without stopping to rest, but