All Chapters of The Rejected Son’s Road to Retribution: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111
The boss, Mr. Lay, glanced at John.The look was brief, but heavy with displeasure, enough to make John tense instantly. His face drained of color, and he half rose from his chair, as if putting physical distance between himself and the trouble might somehow help.“I–I don’t know him,” John said quickly, his voice a little too high. “Truly, Mr. Lay, I have no idea who this man is. He’s not part of our appointment.”He then shot a sharp look at Tyson, his gaze hardening, panic barely disguised as anger.“We don’t know each other,” he said coldly, his teeth clenched. He pointed at him aggressively.“If you’ve walked into the wrong room, you’d better leave now. Before you regret it.”John stood fully, taking a small step forward, trying to look brave.“Who are you, really? And who sent you here?”Tyson did not answer right away.He stood casually, both hands clearly empty, his expression almost bored. He listened to every word John said with calm indifference, as if the threats were noth
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John took a deep breath, forcing himself to straighten his back. Though his face was still pale, he made an effort to appear composed. He even crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to reclaim a sense of security that had just collapsed.“Do you know who you’re dealing with?” he said coldly, though a faint tremor slipped through his voice despite his attempt to hide it.“I’m the son-in-law of a well-known doctor. His influence is considerable. And I have no shortage of powerful backers. If you think you can intimidate me here all by yourself.”“I don’t care,” Tyson cut him off flatly, impatience unmistakable in his eyes.The way he stood, relaxed posture, loose shoulders, his gaze almost drifting, made one thing painfully clear, he genuinely did not care about John’s bluster. It wasn’t an act, nor an empty threat. The names, titles, and networks John boasted about were nothing more than meaningless words to him.John’s speech faltered.He swallowed, then let out a small laugh
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Tyson shoved John forward without any pleasantries.The man staggered before crashing onto the marble floor of the living room with a heavy thud. The restraints around his wrists kept him from breaking his fall. His breathing was still ragged, his face pale and drawn as he looked up.Elias, who had been sitting upright on the sofa with his hands clasped together, rose to his feet at once. He had asked Tyson to come here, but not to bring a stranger.The words caught in his throat.His gaze shifted from John sprawled on the floor to Tyson standing a few steps behind him, then back to the man at his feet. Shock, anger, and something far deeper flickered across his expression.Tyson spoke first, his voice calm and flat, as if he were merely stating facts.“This is John,” he said. “Dr. Harold’s son-in-law. And he’s also directly connected to the people who most wanted your father dead.”The room instantly felt smaller.Elias knew that name. When he had investigated Dr. Harold before, he h
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In the calm of those days, Tyson’s thoughts drifted instead toward something darker.Tyson had once caught someone tailing him. Yet after that incident, the shadow never truly disappeared. It still appeared from time to time, at the corner of a street, in the reflection of glass, in footsteps that lagged just a fraction too late. And Tyson let it be.He pretended not to notice.Not out of carelessness, but because he wanted to see how far that person would dare to go and who would eventually emerge from behind them.But over the past two weeks, the sense of being watched had vanished entirely. There was no longer that faint presence that usually surfaced whenever he deliberately took random routes or lingered longer than necessary.And that was precisely what made Tyson wary.“So you’re finally done,” he murmured softly, his fingers tapping against the rim of a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. “Or have you already found what you were looking for from me?”Two possibilities forme
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The ringing tone stopped.“Mr. Lay speaking,” the voice on the other end sounded calm, even faintly friendly. There was no surprise in his tone, as if he had been expecting this call.Tyson leaned back against the sofa, one leg crossed casually over the other.“Good afternoon,” he greeted lightly, his tone neither cold nor flat.“It seems I didn’t dial the wrong number.”“Of course not,” Mr. Lay replied with deliberate familiarity. “The casino manager already informed me. He said the man who last met him that night wanted my number. I thought… it would be impolite to refuse.”There was a brief pause. Not an awkward silence, but one filled with calculation.“Besides,” Mr. Lay continued, his voice lowering slightly, “I was quite curious myself.”Tyson smiled faintly, though it couldn’t be seen.“Curiosity is healthy. It means your memory is still sharp. By the way… you do remember me, don’t you?”A soft chuckle sounded on the other end.“It’s hard to forget someone who shows up without
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The weekend finally arrived.True to his word, Mr. Lay really did come to pick Tyson up. However, instead of riding in the same vehicle, they traveled separately. Mr. Lay drove his own car, while Tyson was behind the wheel of another, an elegant black sedan that was clearly not his usual ride.Anna sat in the passenger seat, resting her elbow against the window while glancing at the car’s interior with a faint smile.The car was obviously rented, but from an expensive, luxury class. It was no random choice. Tyson had done it deliberately. At events like this, access was often granted by first impressions, and those impressions almost always began with what people could see, cars, watches, the way one dressed.Several wealthy figures would be present that night, people accustomed to judging someone’s worth by outward shine alone.Their destination was the Southern District, in the old harbor area.There, a massive yacht was already docked, its lights glowing brightly against the humid
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As a new face, Tyson could feel it clearly, the way the room was deliberately keeping its distance from him.There was no open rejection. No prolonged sneers, no openly rude remarks thrown his way. Instead, there was a kind of polished, well-practiced indifference.Several guests approached Mr. Lay, greeting him with professional smiles, exchanging light remarks about the sea weather, the sailing schedule, or the market’s latest movements. Yet every time those conversations happened, Tyson seemed to exist outside the frame.Their gazes slid past his shoulder, paused briefly on Anna, then returned to Mr. Lay, as if Tyson and the woman beside him were nothing more than incidental shadows.Mr. Lay noticed it. It showed in the way his shoulders stiffened slightly whenever someone pretended not to see Tyson. He didn’t have enough standing to force others into courtesy, and he knew well that defending someone who was still “unnamed” too openly would only make him look out of place himself.
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Mr. Hale’s trusted man maintained his thin smile and said calmly, “Mr. Hale is waiting for you in the private room.”There was no further explanation, yet that single sentence was enough to turn a small ripple into a heavy, silent current. Gazes followed them openly now, no longer bothering to hide. Curiosity, disbelief, and caution mixed in the air.Tyson did not rush. He turned slightly and, unlike most people would, reached out and took Anna’s hand. His fingers were warm, his grip firm. Not to show off, not merely for protection, but as a quiet statement that he had not come alone.Anna was startled for a brief moment, but she did not pull her hand away. She walked at Tyson’s side, matching his pace, her back straight even as her heart beat faster. From the corner of her eye, she could feel the weight of attention clinging to every step they took.Mr. Lay lagged a few steps behind, his expression stiff. He knew well that from that moment on, the balance of their positions had shift
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Mr. Hale drew a breath, clearly preparing to continue.His cane shifted lightly across his lap, his wrinkled fingers tapping the wooden handle once, a small habit that only surfaced when his mind was weighing something far from trivial. His gaze returned to Tyson, deeper now, more serious, as though he had finally decided to open a door he had kept tightly shut for years.“There is another reason,” he said quietly.It wasn’t a meandering preface. Nor was it idle small talk. Those two words sounded like the beginning of something that should not be spoken lightly.Anna felt it immediately. The air in the room thickened. Even the low hum of the ship’s engines seemed to drift farther away.Mr. Hale leaned forward slightly.“Your grandfather was not just, ”A knock sounded at the door. It wasn’t loud, but it was firm enough to cut straight through the conversation.Mr. Hale’s sentence stopped midway.For a brief moment, restrained impatience crossed his face. His eyes sharpened, his jaw t
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Anna was not the type of good girl, naive, innocent, and easily fooled. From the very first word that slipped from the man’s mouth, she caught the meaning behind it: the way his gaze swept over her body, the overly casual tone, the smile that carried too much confidence.To be honest, an old impulse stirred inside her.The urge to toy with him. Just like before, back in Pueblo, during the days when she treated self-important men as entertainment, until her name became tangled with a reputation she never truly bothered to deny.Anna almost opened her mouth, almost replied with a sweet, poisonous smile.But when she lifted her gaze, she caught sight of Tyson’s silhouette in the distance.He stood alone in the corner of the room, his back to the light, expression calm yet closed off. People knew. Everyone in that room knew she was with Tyson.And for the first time in a long while, Anna held herself back, not out of fear, not out of hesitation, but out of choice.Her reputation now also