At that moment, without wasting a single second, the voice on the other end of the line did not bother with greetings or pleasantries. It came out cold and sharp, like a knife pressed against Tyler’s ear.“If you know what’s good for you,” the voice said, low but steady, “then come to the location we just sent you. Any refusal, even a moment’s hesitation, and the person you cherish the most… the one who matters to you… will die. We will kill her. This is not a joke. This is not a bluff.”The words were slow, each word biting into Tyler like ice water running down his spine. The voice didn’t even sound human. It was cold, almost mechanical, but filled with a twisted sense of control.“You will come alone,” it continued. “You will not call anyone. You will not think. You will not plan. You will simply come, or she dies.”Tyler’s heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his throat. His hand gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles turning white. For a moment, he tried to speak his lips p

At that moment, upon hearing what the man had just said, Tyler didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, almost mocking smile crept across his face. His eyes, calm but sharp, scanned the group of men in front of him like he was looking at a group of children pretending to be dangerous. He took a small step forward, arms loosely by his sides, relaxed, unbothered.“You say you lured me here?” he repeated slowly, his tone laced with amusement. “Let me correct you before you start congratulating yourselves for something you didn’t do.”He tilted his head slightly, voice low but clear, calm yet carrying a weight that silenced the space.“I came here because I was curious. Curious to know which fool dared to kidnap a woman and thought he could use that to draw me in.”He let that hang in the air for a second, then chuckled and shook his head.“So no. You didn’t lure me here. You didn’t trap me. You don’t even know who you're dealing with. I walked in here on my own, not because I was tricked, but bec

At that moment, upon hearing what Evelyn just said, Tyler slowly turned his head to look at her his expression cold, blank, and unreadable. The tension in the room, already high, seemed to stretch even tighter as everyone held their breath, wondering what he was going to say.And then, calmly, with a voice that sounded both amused and disappointed, Tyler responded.“Do I—do you actually think I came here to help you?” he said, his words dragging slowly, almost mocking. “Just look at yourself, Evelyn. Look at you. You’re the one tied up like this. You’re the one in that pitiful position. Not me.”He took one step closer, not to approach her but to make sure his voice reached her clearly, leaving no room for misinterpretation.“So instead of begging… or at least asking nicely for help,” he added with a small shake of his head, “here you are, raising your shoulder like you still have control. Like you still have something to prove.”He scoffed quietly, almost like he was tired of even ta

At that moment, Evelyn was still standing exactly where Tyler had left her, her eyes lingering on the empty space where his car had sped off just a few minutes ago. Her lips were slightly parted, and her brows furrowed as confusion and disbelief ran through her like waves crashing on the shore. Her heart beat unevenly, and her breath came out slow and shaky.She turned back toward the warehouse, that cold, dim place where everything had just happened. Her gaze swept over the concrete ground that still had traces of scuff marks from the struggle, over to the unconscious bodies Tyler had thrown down like broken furniture. The two men were still out cold, their bodies awkwardly twisted as if life had been yanked out of them temporarily. The third one, the one Tyler had dragged out last, was kneeling on one leg, barely able to keep himself up. His face was swollen, eyes nearly shut from the punches, and blood trailed slowly from the corner of his lip.Evelyn’s legs felt like wood as she t

At that moment, after hearing what the man just said, Tyler’s eyes darkened. His jaw tightened, and his hand balled into a fist at his side. The room went tense again.Tyler took a slow step forward, his voice calm but laced with fire. “Do I look like someone who gives a damn who sent you? You think I care about your threats, about the name Bushman? You come here like vultures, demanding something from me as if I owe you my respect or my fear.”He pointed his finger directly at the man’s chest, unfazed by the tension radiating off the group. “I told you before, and I’ll say it again — get the hell out. I don’t care who you are or where you’re from. You’re not walking into my life, sitting at my mother’s table, and acting like you own it.”But just before he could say another word before things could fully explode his mother, who had been silently watching everything unfold, stood up and quickly walked toward him. Her eyes held a mix of fear and deep concern.She gently placed her ha