At that moment, hearing what Tyler just said, his mother paused. Her brows furrowed deeply, and for a few seconds, she didn’t say a word. Her chest rose and fell slowly, trying to process everything. Then she gently nodded, realization hitting her like a slow-moving storm.“You’re right,” she finally said, her voice low, thoughtful, but clearly worried. “It all makes sense now. This… this has something to do with Princess Naomi or Princess Sophia. It has to. That Bushman family didn’t come here just because they felt like it. They have something to gain—or something to protect.”She took a step closer to Tyler and placed a hand on his shoulder. “And you, Tyler… you picked Sophia. You stood your ground. That’s why they’re trying to intimidate you. They’re trying to bully you into stepping away.”Her voice dropped even lower. “Think about it. What if you had picked Princess Naomi instead? What do you think would’ve happened by now? They probably would’ve come for your neck. They probabl

To Tyler, money had never been the issue not now, not ever. If it was just about fixing a shop or getting his mother a better, even more luxurious place, he could have done that with a single call, without blinking. He could buy out an entire plaza if he wanted to. Renovate five more stores if that was what it took. That wasn’t the problem.The real issue... was the tears.His mother’s tears.That shop was a symbol. It was her pride, her joy, her new beginning. And someone dared to strip that away not just by destroying the store, but by making her cry. They shattered her heart, not the tiles. They cracked her confidence, not the glass. And that was where the line was drawn.No one absolutely no one made his mother cry.His jaw tightened as he stood still for a second, swallowing hard. The rage inside him was simmering like lava trapped in a mountain. Not just because of the destruction, but because the people who did it wanted him to know it was a message. A warning. A punishment.‘W

At that moment, as Tyler pushed through the final hallway and stepped into the heart of the mansion, he arrived at the Bushman family's living room.It was massive.A grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting golden light over the polished marble floors. Rich paintings and portraits of the Bushman lineage filled the tall walls, and everything in the room screamed wealth and legacy. But Tyler wasn’t looking at the furniture or the gold accents.He was looking at the people inside, and yes—they were all there.The entire Bushman family.Seated like it was some kind of planned reception or royal hearing, they filled the long antique couch and velvet chairs that framed the room.Mr. Bushman, the aging but sharp-eyed patriarch, sat in the center like a king holding court. His fingers were clasped over a golden cane, not out of weakness, but as a symbol of power. His eyes locked on Tyler the moment he walked in.To his right, Mrs. Bushman sat still and calm, her poise almost too

At that moment, upon hearing what Tyler had just said—calmly declaring death upon everyone present the temperature in the grand Bushman living room seemed to plummet, yet Mr. Bushman’s rage began to burn hotter than ever.Without hesitation, Mr. Bushman took a bold step forward. His face was red with anger, his brows deeply furrowed, and the veins on his neck twitched as he spoke, his voice thunderous and filled with authority.“Young man,” he said, pointing a finger at Tyler, “be very careful with what you say next. I have tolerated more than enough of your nonsense. You came here uninvited. You barged into my home like a madman, brought down six of my top bodyguards without lifting a finger and for that, I should already have your head on a spike!”He took another step, now standing between Tyler and the rest of his family.“But no,” he growled. “I kept calm. I didn’t even raise my hand when you attacked my men. But now–now you dare stand here and threaten me? You threaten my family

At that moment, the atmosphere in the Bushman mansion had completely shifted into a boiling storm of fury and disbelief. Upon hearing the words that boldly escaped Tyler’s mouth—"I choose the opposite"—Mr. Bushman’s face twisted, his veins pulsing across his temple like a live wire ready to snap. It was as though someone had thrown gasoline on a fire that had already been smoldering with pride, fear, and rage.His lips curled in disgust, and with a voice that thundered like a crashing wave, he snapped:“How dare you… you piece of shit!”He took a step forward, pointing a trembling but furious finger at Tyler. His pride had been stomped on, his authority humiliated in front of his wife, his children, his guards, and the very walls that symbolized the power of the Bushman name.“How dare you still have the audacity,” he spat, “to threaten us in our own house! In my house!” His voice echoed throughout the grand living room, bouncing off the expensive art, the towering bookshelves, the m