"Is following me around all you're good at? Don't you have any other talents? And why are you so afraid of Tyrone?" Nicole snapped, her irritation clear in her voice.
Clayton sat off to the side, glancing at Nicole with a look that betrayed neither annoyance nor amusement. It was as if he spoke deliberately. "He's the heir to the Lynch Corporation, Maddox's only grandson."
"Not anymore," Nicole huffed, crossing her arms. "Jade told me the White family did the Lynches a great favor, so whoever I marry becomes the sole heir of the Lynch estate. It used to be that Maddox only had Tyrone to choose from, but now... word is, they found another heir this year. He's nineteen, just about my age."
She gave a proud little snort, chin tilted defiantly.
If Tyrone didn't know what was good for him, she'd just marry Easton instead. Then Tyrone would come begging her for forgiveness.
"If that's what you think, Miss," Clayton replied, his tone layered with meaning but offering no argument.
Tyrone hated being pestered, and Clayton feared that Nicole's antics might finally push him too far. If Tyrone decided he'd had enough, things could get messy-and Clayton would be caught in the middle.
After all, he and Tyrone had a verbal agreement: until the real Nicole was found, Clayton would keep this one occupied for a few days. But Tyrone's moods were unpredictable. If Nicole went too far...
Better she set her sights on someone else than keep provoking Tyrone. "Maybe if Easton agrees to marry you, Tyrone will feel a little more threatened," Clayton suggested.
Nicole's eyes lit up as she fixed him with a triumphant look. "Finally, you've said something useful. I'll give you three days-get me Easton's number. Or, when we're back in Seaview City, I want to see him."
Clayton forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He felt like little more than a genie at her beck and call.
"Once Easton agrees to marry me, Tyrone will have to dump Alicia and come crawling back," Nicole said, settling smugly into her seat and slipping on her sunglasses. "Oh, and that limited-edition bag I told you about-I want it. Buy it for me."
Clayton said nothing; Nicole's greed was practically etched on her face.
The Lynch Estate.
Marcus had brought his wife back home, and all the so-called distant relatives and busybody aunts and uncles made sure to show up-they couldn't pass up the chance to be seen.
After all, Marcus was the old man's
only son. Maddox had never
remarried after his wife's death all those years ago. Outwardly, he'd alway claimed his son was dead and that Tyrone was his only grandson, but anyone who truly knew Maddox understood his son was the apple of his eye.
The love between Maddox and his late wife was the stuff of legend, a story people still whispered about.
The Maddox family had once been wealthy, their fortune amassed over generations. But by the time the old man took charge, most of it had been squandered. His son had never shown much promise; years ago, the Lynch Corporation was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, and the family nearly drowned in billions of dollars of debt.
At the family's lowest point, Marcus walked away and even signed away all claims to his inheritance-anything to avoid being dragged down with them if they sank.
But now, with Tyrone turning things around and the Lynch Corporation thriving again, Marcus-unable to provide for his wife and son-had come crawling back, hoping to reclaim his place.
After all, this was the Lynch family, the wealthiest dynasty in Harboridge City.
"Marcus, after being away all these years, you finally realized nothing out there compares to home, huh?" his aunt said with a sugary smile. Her fawning tone was unmistakable.
The gathering of nosy relatives was hardly a coincidence they all enjoyed stirring up trouble for Tyrone.
Tyrone held all the power now, and he'd grown increasingly dismissive of his elders. The older generation saw this as a chance to knock him down a peg or two.
After all, Marcus hadn't come back alone-he'd brought a son with him.
"This place is incredible. So big, so luxurious," Marcus's wife murmured. She'd grown up in a tiny coastal village and had never seen such
running her hands nervously over the arm of a mahogany sofa. âThese must have cost a fortune, right?"
grandeur. She couldn't sit net
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Chapter 254
HICH RADANT
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