Now that the pork knuckle was in the oven, Ysabella figured she should cut up some potato wedges to go with it. She pre-heated the fryer and clumsily chopped the potato before dumping it into the hot oil."That's not how you make potato wedges."Ysabella glared at Tyrone and said nothing. Once the potato wedges were golden brown, Ysabella fished them out and seasoned them generously with salt. In the end, it was just a pork knuckle and some potato wedges—a rather sorry meal."Maybe we should order takeout," Ysabella uttered in embarrassment. The hearty meal she promised looked so plain."Why? I think the wedges are lovely." Tyrone then grabbed a piece and munched on it. Despite his overflowing love for Ysabella, Tyrone couldn't hide his face of disgust as he tasted the overseasoned raw potato in his mouth."Is it bad?" asked Ysabella when she noticed Tyrone's puckered face."What? It's delicious!" Tyrone grabbed even more potato wedges.Seeing that Tyrone was enjoying himself, Y

But Tyrone had to do what he did. Otherwise, everyone in his family would think that he was an easy target to pick on. Tyrone didn't want any more trouble.That said, Tyrone did not inflict permanent damage on Marcel. Marcel only needed to rest for three years, and he would recover completely from his ailment. Whether Marcel would recuperate or continue to fight in the inheritance war was none of Tyrone's business.Soon enough, bloodcurdling details of Marcel's accident were disseminated throughout the Hendrick family. Everyone now realized that Tyrone, who was once cast out, was a wolf in sheep's clothing.And worse, Tyrone walked away scot-free because no one could prove that it was Tyrone who crippled Marcel. But everyone knew it was Tyrone's doing. Elijah and Irvin now had to reevaluate their strategies against Tyrone.On the other hand, the Prescotts knew that their mission was a failure. But the lack of news from Marcel's part kept everyone on the edge. Did the Hendricks aban

Below Aloysius was 28 floors of dooming height. If he fell from here, he would be reduced to a bloody splatter."Mr. Hendrick, I'm sorry. Spare me, please," begged Aloysius."I killed Fabian and Ryder. And I can throw you off this building just as easily.""Mercy, please.""Hmph." Tyrone chuckled. "You could have done this sooner, but you wouldn't."Tyrone pushed Aloysius outward. The only thing that connected Aloysius to the office window was his feet and nothing more. Hank was completely powerless to do anything while his father was being tortured. A cold blade was pressed against his throat. One wrong move, and his life would be forfeited.Aloysius had never been so terrified in his life."Will you sell your company or not?""Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll accept whatever price you offer!"Tyrone then yanked Aloysius back into the office. Aloysius slumped to the ground and breathed heavily. He had just witnessed hell.Horatio tossed the agreement to Aloysius and uttered emotionlessly

Ysabella was so fed up with those negative thoughts that she threw away her pen in anger. She then went downstairs to have dinner with Tyrone."Have some chicken wings, Honey." Tyrone tried to cozy up to Ysabella, but she continued to ignore Tyrone.When push came to shove, Tyrone used his trump card. He put his head on the dining table and pouted. "I guess I should just be a stay-at-home husband. That way, I won't run into those women out there and make you jealous.""How dare you?" Ysabella scowled. Tyrone finally decided to advance his career, and he was giving up. Ysabella couldn't have that."But I don't want to upset you." Tyrone put on the most pitiable, sorry face he could muster."Okay, forget it," said Ysabella after a while.Tyrone straightened his back and sat upright. He probed gingerly, "Are you still mad at me?""Do I have the right to?" Ysabella replied coldly.Tyrone gave Ysabella a cheeky grin and patted Ysabella's shoulder. "Look, Eve and I grew up together.

When Tyrone saw Eve, he immediately hopped onto his scooter and rode away. However, it was too late. Eve was quick to kick the moving scooter. Tyrone had to jump off his scooter to avoid her kick. Due to the force, the scooter crashed on the ground, and smoke billowed from the engine."That's my scooter!" Tyrone yelled.Eve let out a derisive snort. "So what? Tyrone, don't test my patience.""Don't test my patience either, Eve." Tyrone didn't want to deal with Eve because he didn't want trouble. That didn't mean he was afraid of Eve."This heartless you is the real you. Why pretend to be a loving husband? Isn't it tiring?""Mind your own business."Tyrone turned around and planned to hail a cab. Eve followed behind and wished to confront him. Before her hand could grab his shoulder, Tyrone swiveled, grabbed Eve by her waist, and tried to toss her over his shoulder.But Eve quickly kicked Tyrone's leg. It was a swift and powerful kick. Tyrone didn't anticipate it. He let go of Ev