Trash Son-in-law Returns as the Almighty Marshal

CHAPTER 9

Wendy hesitated, then repeated herself carefully. “Frederick Hall and Katie Clark are getting engaged today, and I was invited.”

Her brows furrowed when she noticed the change in Tyler’s demeanor. “Is there a problem, sir?”

Tyler’s fist clenched on his lap, though his expression remained unreadable. “Katie is my ex-wife. And Frederick Hall…” His voice became colder. “…is the man who sent me to prison.”

Wendy’s eyes widened as her hand covered her mouth. “Oh my days, sir! I had no idea! Please forgive me, I wouldn’t have agreed to attend if I had known…”

“It's fine,” Tyler cut her off with a raise of his finger. “You won’t be attending, but I will.”

Wendy blinked in surprise. “You mean…?”

Tyler leaned back against the seat, and fixed his gaze on the cityscape outside the tinted window. “It’s time I saw my betrayers’ faces again.”

Wendy studied him for a moment before finally nodding. “Understood, sir.”

Her eyes raked over his outfit and lingered particularly on the coffee stain on his white tee. “Do we stop by a boutique so you can change your clothes first?”

“I don’t care about how I look,” he deadpanned without looking away from the window.

Wendy pressed her lips together and turned to the driver. “Take us to the Silverlily Hotel,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” the driver acknowledged as his eyes met hers in the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road.

A few minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the tall building of the Silverlily hotel.

The parking lot was lined with several luxury cars, and various valets stood on standby, waiting to attend to any guests that drove in.

Tyler opened the door and stepped out without wasting time.

“Don’t wait for me,” was the only thing he said to Wendy before shutting the door behind him and making his way toward the hotel.

He made sure to walk on the red carpet that led up to the entrance and this didn’t sit quite well with the security guards stationed there.

Just as he was about to enter the hotel, the buffer security guard blocked his path and gave him a once over, crinkling his nose at his plain appearance.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demanded without bothering to hide his disdain. “This event is invite only. Show me yours.”

“I don’t care about the invite,” Tyler replied blankly. “Step out of my way.”

The second security guard snorted and gestured mockingly at Tyler’s stained shirt. “You must be on some cheap crack to think you can order us around looking like that.”

He and his colleague then burst into laughter at the excuse of a joke, and after a few seconds their laughter died down.

The buff guard’s expression turned menacing as he stepped closer to Tyler and jabbed a finger at his chest.

“Hey loser, I’ll let your attitude slide just this once. Leave now before I really get angry.”

Tyler didn’t flinch at the guard’s attempt to appear intimidating, instead his face hardened the more.

“I’ll give you five seconds to move out of my way, else, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

“Are you threatening me?” The security guard sneered. “Big mistake.”

His partner stepped forward and cracked his knuckles. “Buddy, I think we should teach this fool a lesson right now.”

Immediately he said this, he swung his fist at Tyler, but Tyler was quick to catch it just centimeters away from his face.

In a singular countermove, he twisted the guard’s fist backwards before launching an uppercut to his jaw.

The buff guard’s eyes widened as he saw his colleague drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes. It then took a second for his shock to wear off before he lunged at Tyler with a grunt.

Tyler quickly stepped out of the way, making the man stumble forward. Before he could regain his balance, Tyler snuck up behind him and struck the side of his neck with the edge of his palm.

The guard instantly joined his unconscious colleague on the ground.

Tyler dusted his hands before pushing the door open and walking in like nothing had happened.

Ignoring the receptionist calling out to him from the front desk, he headed straight for the double doors which had the signboard for the engagement party placed in front of it.

He shoved the doors open, and the loud noise caught the attention of everyone in the banquet hall.

The laughter, music and clinking of glasses stopped almost at the same time as all eyes turned toward the entrance.

Katie Clark stood at the stage in a silver sequined gown with her fiancé, Frederick Hall beside her in a navy blue tuxedo.

The smiles on their faces instantly vanished as they saw Tyler.

Tyler stepped inside the hall with the aura of a king, and despite his appearance that stuck out like a sore thumb, he smirked as he locked gazes with them.

“Getting engaged…without sending me an invite?”