All Chapters of My Redemption with Mr. Tycoon: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Noah had used five different ways to harshly refuse my request and in the end, we had to reschedule our meeting for Sunday evening.It hurt me deeply that I can’t visit the Moore residence since they were having a very private event.“I will draft my own terms and conditions. Don’t forget to draft yours otherwise we will be working on my own terms. And ‘No’ it’s not an option,” Noah warned.“See you on Sunday!” I said sharply and directed ended the call. Out of anger, I didn’t look where I was throwing my phone and controlled the strength, so, it hit the bed once and flew out, crashing on the floor.I took my time going over to the other side of my queen-sized bed to pick up my phone, but that did nothing to restore my peace that night because I tossed on the bed all night, barely sleeping a wink. ***Christopher.I woke up to a little ache in my head. I concluded that it must have had everything to do with the several glasses of champagne I had at last night’s events.I wa

Emily.Soon, the time to leave for the Moore family residence approached. And with one of the maids coming to inform me to start getting ready after placing a set of Mum’s jewellery pieces on my nightstand, I knew better than to continue lying in bed.I dropped my phone and got off before approaching the night stand to check out which one of her jewellery piece Mum agreed to lend to me.It turned out to be a diamond set. But it was too bad that I wasn’t going to wear it today, otherwise, I would have loved to gloat in Brenda’s face while accidentally showing it off.“I don’t need the jewellery. You can take it back,” I quickly said to the maid just as she turned to leave.She stopped in her tracks and glanced at me with slightly furrowed brows. I bet she thinks she heard wrong, but I was serious. And to prove that point, I pointed at the diamond necklace and said, “I don’t want it.” After saying my piece, I turned to walk into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I

My question seemed to stop Mum right in her tracks. She stared at me for a moment and finally, Dad broke the silence. “We are going to be late if you two keep arguing,” he said with a tight frown. I bet he was only trying to end this fight because it wasn’t beneficial with his plans to keep time with the Moore family. “Darling, we are leaving in just two cars. What’s the sitting arrangement?” Mum asked as her gaze darted towards the cars before shifting back to Dad. As soon as Mum asked that question, Brenda interrupted with that annoying harmless smile on her face. “Mum, you and Dad can ride in the first car while I ride with Emily,” she suggested, taking Mum’s arm as if to please her and get her to agree.I’m not surprised Brenda made that suggestion. If anything, I had been expecting it. And if she hadn’t made that suggestion, I would have questioned her.Brenda likes attention. She can’t do without making others look bad as long as it would elevate her in other people

“The patriarch and his family are all waiting in the living room. I will lead the way,” the butler informed Mum and Dad while gesturing towards the building’s entrance. “Sure,” Dad muttered as he and Mum quickly started to walk behind the butler and in no time, my steps and Brenda’s fall into place behind our parents’. The Moore residence was nothing like anything we had seen. It had this vintage style to the building whereas inside the house, the decors and styles were modernized, making it look like there have been a renovation in recent times. Brenda and I couldn’t help staring at the intricate designs on the walls, and the beautiful sculpture pieces inside the building. But I made sure my fascination was masked with a subtle elegance. Stepping into the grand living room with a splash of pure gold used in the interior decor, we meet the members of the Moore family rising to their feet with welcoming smiles on their faces. Within a few seconds, my gaze swiftly moved from on

I felt Brenda’s discomfort as Grandpa Moore engaged me in a conversation. I think she’s crazy for even wanting the Moore family’s attention on her. Brenda is nothing short of a heavily delusional psychopath who doesn’t have a limit to her actions. Why on earth would she be mad that all attention was on me now? Somehow, I wished that Brenda will be taken away from my side. I don’t like sitting beside her and assimilating her negative energy. It makes me more mad. Unfortunately, I don’t have any other option. From talking about work, Grandpa shifted the conversation, mentioning the wedding which was in a few weeks. Uncle Frederick’s wife mentioned the wedding invitation cards were ready. A minute later, their family butler brought a square-shaped box with a red ribbon at the top. “They arrived this morning,” Grandpa Moore revealed with a smile before turning to Christopher to give him a glance. Then Mum used the opportunity to say her thoughts. “I think we should unveil the