Chapter 276
Author: Emerald
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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
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    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

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    Upon hearing what Tyler just said, the entire living room fell into a thick silence once again, but this time, it was shattered by the boss’s voice loud, trembling with both rage and disbelief.The boss blinked rapidly, then scoffed, as if trying to process if he had heard correctly. He pointed at himself with both hands, his chest rising and falling sharply, his face twisted in a mix of mockery and fury.“You… did you just say… you’re going to kill me?” he asked, his voice laced with scorn. “Are you mad?!”He laughed, but the laughter was hollow, forced, clearly trying to mask the unease beginning to settle in his chest. He took a step forward, his voice rising.“Do I look like some roadside fool to you? Do I look like those cheap bodyguards that don’t even know how to hold a gun properly? You think this is some street corner where you can beat your chest and throw words around like you’re some kind of god?! Look at me!” he roared, spreading his arms wide. “You think I’ll just fold m

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    Without wasting another second, Tyler gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove his car straight towards the Bushman family’s residence. His face was cold. His jaw set. His anger was no longer hidden it burned behind his eyes like fire. His mother’s tears, the destroyed shop, the message smeared on the wall they were all seared into his mind like brands. And now, someone had to pay for it.He didn’t blast music. He didn’t speak a word. The only sound was the engine humming steadily beneath him, carrying him like a storm headed for land.It wasn’t long before he reached the grand estate.The walls were tall and proud, like a fortress. The gate was a massive iron beast, polished and guarded. Behind it, the mansion stood bold, surrounded by trees, paved stones, and carefully cared gardens a place only the arrogant and untouchable would call home.Tyler pulled up just outside the gate. He parked the car smoothly, switched off the engine, and stepped out with silent fury. The wind tugge

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