All Chapters of Doting on the Greenhorn: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Greg laughed at Heather's words. "Janine is Tyrone's wife. If she dies because of him, especially alongside his mistress, do you think the Seels will let him escape unscathed?" he snapped. His sneer deepened. "Tyrone is nothing but an illegitimate son. He only dares to stand before me because he's Frederick's lapdog. He destroyed the alliance between our families and angered the Seels. "Once Frederick casts him aside, do you really think he'll have the strength to fight the Seels alone?" Leaning back in his chair, Greg's pale face twisted into a cruel smile. "It's going to be quite a show. Too bad you won't be around to see it." Heather realized this was his plan. Greg knew Tyrone wouldn't back down from their feud. He planned to kill Janine and let the Seels seek their revenge. Without the Elkin family's support, Tyrone wouldn't stand a chance against either the Seels or Greg himself. By then, dealing with Tyrone would be easy for him. Greg's insidious nature was chil

Tyrone had arrived. Heather's heart skipped a beat as she stared at Greg. "The best option now is to cooperate—it would benefit both of us. I hope you can think this through." Greg regarded her with a knowing smirk. "Back then, you chose to offend me just to help him. Now, even in your vulnerable state, you're still concerned about him. "Are you truly so devoted to Tyrone? Does he truly deserve such loyalty?" "What are you planning to do?" Heather asked, a sense of dread settling in."You'll find out soon enough." His smile grew colder and more sinister as he turned his gaze away and commanded the nearby bodyguards, "Take them away!" … Heather and Janine were led to the rooftop. The bodyguards dropped Janine onto the ground, where she lay unconscious and unresponsive. Heather hurried to her side, panic evident in her voice. "Ms. Seel! Wake up, Ms. Seel!" But Janine remained unresponsive. "What have you done to her? Why is she still unconscious?" Heather demande

The luxury car sped toward the hospital, and a heavy silence hung over them. Tyrone's expression was grim as he untied the ropes binding Heather's wrists. Her once pale skin was now bruised and marred, with scrapes on her legs. There was also a swollen bump on her forehead, making her appear especially fragile. A dangerous glint flashed in Tyrone's eyes as his long fingers gently massaged her wrist. Trying not to startle her, he softened his voice. "How did you get hurt?"There was no response.Tyrone looked down at her pale face. She was distant and lost in thought, staring blankly ahead. The way she looked now reminded him all too much of the last time she had lost consciousness. His heart tightened with worry. He tightened his grip on her hand, the coldness of her skin deepening the concern etched in his brow. Locking his gaze on her, Tyrone muttered, "Heather, look at me. Talk to me." Just then, her eyelids fluttered, and she returned to herself. She looked at him w

Heather had no appetite and didn't eat the food sent by the nurse. After sitting in the room for a while, she decided to go see Janine.She left the ward and asked a nurse, and found out that Janine's room was just downstairs.After exiting the elevator, Heather arrived outside Janine's room. Just as she was about to knock, through the crack of the door, she caught sight of a middle-aged couple sitting on the sofa beside the hospital bed.Janine had guests now, so she could only come back another time."Tyrone, I heard you have another woman, and you seem to treat her quite well. Is that true?"As Heather was about to leave, she suddenly heard the low, stern voice of the middle-aged man in the room. She paused her steps.The room fell silent for a few seconds before Tyrone's deep voice replied indifferently, "No.""Dad, Tyrone is handsome, and there are many women who throw themselves at him, but he has always been very loyal. Don't listen to those rumors outside. We're doing go

What was he calling her for?Heather didn't want to answer the call and casually tossed her phone aside.After a while, the ringing stopped.Tyrone didn't call back.In the evening, after dinner, Heather called the screenwriter to discuss the script.Her work progress had been delayed a lot during this time. After finishing the call, she revised the script for a while before going to bed early.She wasn't sure if it was because she was used to Tyrone being around her, but lying in her bed, she felt an emptiness beside her.…Heather was sleeping soundly when she heard someone talking nearby, along with some rustling sounds.Suddenly, her body was pulled into an embrace.Heather was startled awake and instinctively struggled as she opened her eyes."Don't be afraid, it's me!"In the dark, Tyrone's deep voice sounded. At the same time, he tightened his arms. Their bodies fitted together perfectly, as she was surrounded by his familiar and comforting scent.Heather was stun