Chapter 294

Tyrone’s Apartment Alicia had already fallen asleep when Tyrone slipped quietly out to the balcony. The city hummed softly below, neon lights flickering in the distance.

He leaned against the cold iron railing, flicking his lighter open and closed in a restless rhythm.

His phone vibrated. It was his assistant.

“Mr. Lynch, Easton agreed to join the international program. But so far, he hasn’t made any move to get close to Nicole. There’s no sign of any ambition yet.”

Tyrone’s gaze turned distant, unreadable in the dim light. He said nothing, the metallic click of the lighter echoing in the silence.

The assistant hesitated, then lowered his voice. “Should we... take care of Easton now? Remove the risk before it grows?”

With the resources at Tyrone’s disposal, making Easton disappear—or at least ensuring he’d never become a threat—would be almost effortless in Seaview City.

But Tyrone didn’t seem interested.

“Leave him alone.” His tone was low, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he lit it.

His grandfather was an old fox, never fully trusting Tyrone. No doubt he suspected Tyrone might try to get rid of Easton, so he’d planted a minefield of warnings in advance.

“Did your grandfather... threaten you, sir?” The assistant’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Tyrone gave a noncommittal grunt. He’d never imagined the day would come when his own grandfather would turn against him so openly.

Earlier, before Tyrone had gone to pick up Alicia, Maddox had called to say Easton had agreed to the international program. Maddox had also said the boy had potential, and asked Tyrone to look after him—a not-so-subtle way of saying: I’m grooming Easton now. One day, he’ll take your place at Lynch Corporation.

His grandfather had gone out of his way to remind Tyrone that Alicia needed time to recover before trying for another child, that rushing things would only harm her. But the real message was clear: If Alicia could lose one child, she could lose another. As long as Tyrone and Alicia had a child before Easton inherited the company, the old man would find a way to get rid of it.

Tyrone let out a short, bitter laugh. So this was how completely the mask had come off.

“Mr. Lynch, what will you do?” the assistant asked softly.

Tyrone didn’t answer. He found himself wondering—when the old man finally learned that Alicia was actually Ms. Nicole White, what sort of expression would he have then? He almost looked forward to it.

But knowing his grandfather’s ruthlessness, if the truth ever came out, the old man might actually do something insane—might even try to make Alicia disappear.

“Have someone watch over Alicia around the clock,” Tyrone finally said, his voice steely. “Don’t suffocate her with security, just make sure she’s safe and her routine isn’t disturbed. And keep a close eye on the deal in Italy—no mistakes, no slip-ups. Once Alicia’s settled there, I’ll shift my focus overseas.”

“Vincent doesn’t have a chance, sir. The Italians prefer working with you.” The assistant sounded confident.

Tyrone nodded. He had no desire to drive his grandfather to an early grave—if staying out of his way was the only option, so be it. For once, he found himself longing to abandon everything and spend a couple of quiet years with Alicia in Italy.

...

Harboridge City Night had settled over the city, but Tyrone’s grandfather was still outside, carefully trimming a hydrangea bush growing in the cool shade of the garden. The sweet, heavy scent clung to the air.

The butler approached, tension in his posture. “Sir... Vincent is here.”

The old man set down his shears and nodded. “Let him in.”

There was hesitation. The butler swallowed. “Do you really have to do this to Young Master Tyrone, sir?”

The old man sighed. “You know Tyrone as well as I do. The day Easton and Marcus came back, it was already too late for reconciliation. With Tyrone’s temperament, once lines are drawn, he’ll never tolerate rivals—not Easton, not Marcus.”

On one side, he had his only son and a beloved grandson. On the other, Tyrone—his pride and his greatest threat.

Blood runs deep, but the old man knew Marcus and Easton were not the same. If he didn’t secure Easton’s future now—while he was still alive—then after he was gone, Tyrone would sweep through, leaving nothing and nobody in his way.

Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)

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