Even if Vicky wanted to make some modifications, she would not know where to start. Tyler's looks and physique concealed any flaws or imperfections in her first design of men's clothing."Very well." Vicky nodded, then asked, "What do you think?"As she posed the question, a slight unease flickered within her, making her feel like a child awaiting her exam results.Tyler walked to the dressing mirror and examined himself.For a man known for his meticulous pursuit of perfection, he surprisingly revealed a satisfied expression. "Not bad.""Really?" Vicky observed the expression on his face. "If something dissatisfies you, please let me know. I can make adjustments. Please don't force yourself into liking it.""I know." Tyler's tone was calm. "I won't force myself to make you happy."Vicky trembled slightly, knowing he was already forcing himself for her sake.After a few seconds of silence, Vicky murmured, "Why don't you try on some other clothes?"Unexpectedly, Tyler spoke, "Y
Vicky paled. "Tyler, what's the matter with you—""How dare you ask me that, Vicky?" hissed Tyler. He was evidently beyond furious, and his eyes shimmered with rage. "After all you've done?!"This was not an unfamiliar scenario as similar situations had unfolded before, and Vicky was not surprised. However, Tyler's actions left her breathless. Frowning, she asked, "What have I...done now?"The innocent look on her face only fuelled his anger further. His gaze, fiery and devoid of reason, locked onto her eyes as he gritted out, "Do I have to spell out what you and Harvey have done behind my back?"Vicky flinched and thought to herself, 'Harvey again? Tyler's misconceptions about Harvey seem far more pronounced than with anyone else.'Her breath grew increasingly labored, and she struggled to speak. "What... What did Harvey and I...do?"She did not know what fabricated notion he conjured this time, but addressing the issue directly might help provide a solution.The more Vicky avo
With that said, Tyler glared at Vicky and left.As Tyler departed, Vicky slumped back onto the bed, utterly exhausted.The three days she requested from him were nothing but a tactical retreat. With Tyler's current condition, he could easily slip back into his other imagination by the following day.The hallucinogenic substance in his body had yet to be cleared, and combined with Avery's hypnosis, it was a struggle for him to remain sane....Exiting the villa, Tyler headed for the car parked by the entrance. When he appeared, the door to the driver's seat swung open. Adam, with the utmost respect, held the door for him."If you'd please, Mister Hart."Tyler settled into the car expressionlessly, and Adam handed him his phone. "Mister Hart, you left your phone on the back seat."Taking the phone, Tyler asked absentmindedly, "Any calls?"A fleeting glint passed through Adam's eyes, and he answered quickly, "No, sir."Tyler grunted and fell silent.Buckling his seatbelt, Adam
Tyler was not someone with poor memory. While he might not have had a photographic memory, his recall ability was impressive. Yet, for some reason, he found that his memory was failing him lately, and he was constantly forgetting things.Tyler rubbed his throbbing forehead and wondered if this was caused by his recent bad mood.He even forgot why Adam was transferred. Hart Corporation had been exceptionally busy and short on staff lately, so Harry cautiously suggested they could recall Adam to help, to which Tyler agreed. However, he could not seem to remember why he arranged Adam's transfer in the first place.Upon arriving at Hart Corporation, Tyler went straight to the meeting room for a conference while Adam returned to his office.After confirming that no one was around, he took out his phone and dialed a number."Old Mister Hart, it seems that Mister Hart's condition has become quite severe. He needs daily reminders and records to remember what actually happened."After a l
Vicky fell into silence. She was not surprised at all as Lincoln had been trying to outwit Tyler for quite some time."Then there's that Avery..." Old Mister Hart sighed lightly. "Avery's grandfather and I were childhood friends. I've watched her grow up, just like I have with Lincoln."She's the only daughter of the Yeager family, so it's natural for her to be spoiled. From a young age, she has gotten everything she wanted. Over time, this became an ingrained trait. She's intelligent and sharp, but she's too arrogant. She'll resort to anything to achieve her goals. Honestly, when she got engaged to Lincoln, I had my reservations. Lincoln is ambitious and skilled, but trying to control Avery is challenging. After all, the Yeager family is vast and influential. If it ever came to a fight, even Lincoln wouldn't be able to wrest any benefits from her, let alone you."Finally grasping his implications, Vicky realized Old Mister Hart was subtly hinting she would not stand a chance agains
After the call ended, someone handed Old Mister Hart a cup of tea and asked, "Old Mister Hart, do you think she'll agree to it?"He accepted the tea and smiled. "She doesn't have a choice now, does she?""I can tell she's more determined than she was five years ago, though," the person said."Five years ago, she was just a young woman who just graduated from college. Her mindset, maturity, and experience differed from what she has now. Besides, she didn't date Tyler for long at the time, and I didn't even need to intervene—Valencia alone was enough to force Vicky into compliance." He paused to take a sip of the tea. "After being with Tyler for years and learning the torment Tyler has gone through to be with her, it's only natural she refuses to let go. Tyler has been making her life a living hell lately, but she...showed no sign of giving up on him. Avery sure is formidable and knows her way around finding the perfect partner. However, she's far too naive if she thinks this is enoug
It was the moment to strike, and Tyler's unconscious state would likely be the last straw to break Vicky's resolve. She could not possibly tolerate seeing Tyler descend into madness as it would likely destroy his life.Old Mister Hart had long detected the conspiracy between Avery and Valencia, and while he had many opportunities to intervene, he chose to watch in cold detachment. His ultimate goal was to force a breakup between Vicky and Tyler, coerce Tyler to return to the Hart family, and continue his service for the family's resurgence, thus restoring its glory.When it was necessary, he could offer a helping hand to both Vicky and Tyler. However, his assistance was never driven by genuine concern for the younger generation, and every move he made served his purposes.Old Mister Hart might appear gentle and harmless, but beneath that façade was a cold, ruthless strategist. Otherwise, he would not have brushed it off when Tyler's biological parents nearly drove him to his demise.
Just as Isabella contemplated how she could convince Vicky to follow the plan, Vicky said calmly, "Alright."Isabella turned to look at Vicky in disbelief. "Missus Hart...""Since this is the only way, so be it." Vicky chuckled bitterly. "It's far better than letting Avery have him and allowing her to manipulate him."Isabella studied the pale look on Vicky's face, her heart breaking with Vicky's. "Missus Hart, I've been trying my best to look for a cure, but...none of them seem to work. I'm truly at my wit's end, so...""You don't have to explain yourself. I understand." Vicky did not blame Isabella at all. "I caused all these to happen. If only I didn't give up on Tyler so easily back then, maybe..."Vicky's gaze shifted to the man lying on the bed. With his eyes closed, he looked as though he was simply asleep."I keep making the wrong choices." Vicky's voice was soft as if she was talking to herself. "Back then, I shouldn't have given up so easily. Now, I shouldn't insist on