Making a Comeback

Chapter 3 Blacklist

"What? Is someone trying to hurt you? I'll send over—"

"No. It's not that troublesome. Money can easily solve this problem, and I need more than 100 million dollars," Tyrone said.

"Oh, you gave me a shock." Karl sat back in his chair. After recovering, he said, "100 million dollars is no problem. I can even transfer a billion dollars to you! But—"

"I understand. If I use my family's resources, it invalidates the agreement to break away from them. However, I can't return right away. I have to stay in Cleyton for a while."

"Really?" Karl, who was usually composed, was overjoyed after hearing Tyrone's promise. He'd been waiting for this for years. "This is great! Don't worry about it. As long as you agree to return to the family, everything else is negotiable. Don't you know your father values you the most among the Hendricks' many successors?"

Tyrone fell silent again; he didn't want to continue this conversation. After exchanging a few more words, he got straight to the point. "When can you give me the money? Send me 200 million dollars for now. You have my personal bank account details, right?"

"Tyrone, I have to be honest. After Ambrose found out that you were in Cleyton, he secretly acquired one of the largest corporations in that city under your name. It's called Slycon Group. 200 million dollars is a small capital, and Slycon Group can solve it for you. All you have to do is take control of that company."

After hearing that, Tyrone pursed his lips, touched by how his father had still cared for him after he'd decided to leave his family. Otherwise, Hendricks Consortium would never have bought a company in such a small city.

"Also, the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce in Ragbow province, where Cleyton is, is a part of the consortium, along with some companies in Ragbow too. I'll send you their contact information. They will help you solve any problems you face in the future."

"Okay. Say hi to my dad for me." After ending the call, Tyrone took out a box of cheap cigarettes, lit one up, and took a drag.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, he sighed. "I'm afraid my peace will be disrupted in the coming days."

When it came to prestigious families, it was impossible to avoid internal disputes between friends or fights to get to the top. Unwilling to live such a life of intrigue, Tyrone had chosen to leave his family. However, he had to muster his courage and deal with this matter now that Ysabelle was involved.

Tyrone let out another puff, threw the cigarette onto the ground, and stomped on it twice.

He rode his scooter to Slycon Group's office. When he arrived, he shook his head with a wry smile. Since this was the largest company in Cleyton, Tyrone had been here many times, trying to sneak in so he could distribute flyers. As a result, he'd been in a constant battle with the two receptionists there.

"Tyrone Hendrick! It's you again!"

"You really are shameless! Get out of here. You're prohibited from entering the company," one of the receptionists said in disgust while pushing Tyrone out of the building. The other receptionist pointed at the notice board gleefully.

There was actually a black-and-white picture of Tyrone on it. "Look at this closely. You're on our blacklist. I designed it myself. What do you think? It looks nice, huh?"

Looking at the picture, he saw a brief statement below that read, "Tyrone Hendrick, a real estate agent from Jenkin Group, also known as the waste of the real estate industry, and a boy toy who's been cuckolded. His appearance is as bad as his character. He's snuck into this company many times to distribute flyers secretly. Recently, there have been peeking incidents in the company's women's toilets, and we suspect he's the Peeping Tom! He is not of a sane mind and might be a psychopath. As such, he has been blacklisted from entering the company's premises. Do contact security if you see him. Please watch out."

Tyrone was stunned after reading it, and his chest heaved with rage. It was fine if he was blacklisted, but how could she degrade him so badly? He had to admit he was a boy toy, but he'd never been cuckolded. At best, he might be cuckolded soon.

And what was this Peeping Tom thing? Tyrone thought his wife was much prettier than the ladies at this company. Why would he want to peek at them? Even though he hadn't touched Ysabella after becoming a househusband, he would never fall to the extent of doing something so dastardly.

Finally, he let out a deep breath, pushing down the anger that was about to explode out of him, and faced the receptionist calmly. "Inform Cole Bennet to come and meet me now."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you call Mr. Bennet by his full name?"

Just then, a bald, middle-aged man walked out of the elevator. When he saw Tyrone, he sneered. "Oh? It's you. It seems the notice on the board isn't fake—you really are a psychopath. How dare you try to sell the houses to our boss? The houses Jenkin Group is selling are less than 1400 square feet. Do you think Mr. Bennet would be interested in them? Fool! Honestly, it's not just Mr. Bennet—even I wouldn't be interested."

"He's just desperate for sales, but there's nothing he can do. That's the sad story of a piece of scum surviving at the bottom of society. Mr. Watson, why don't we just call security?" After the receptionist said that, she picked up the phone and made a call.

Tyrone narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed. After that, he strolled to the couch and sat with his legs crossed. "You guys are right. I'm here to sell houses to your boss. And I'm not only going to sell him one housing unit but 100 housing units."