My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 103 Trouble Begins

Evelyn

There was something off about Jacob's description of Tyler. It failed to capture the sheer intensity emanating from the man standing before me. It wasn't merely a matter of words on a page. Words seemed inadequate to define him now; one single term sufficed evil. He embodied it wholly, an eerie presence exuding an air of possession, as though he laid claim to everything in his path. Everything was his to

own.

I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason behind these impressions, but they were undeniably there-stirred solely by his presence.

"Well... This time, Jacob, I'm playing at something entirely different," he grinned, shifting his gaze towards me. "Is this your girl? Seems younger than your usual ones," his eyes scrutinized me, knitting a frown between my brows.

The bloody scoundrel...

My fists itched to land a blow on his face.

Or perhaps a well-placed heel strike.

I would prefer the latter, though.

"Before I toss you out of my office, I suggest you fucking leave on your own or-" Jacob's words were cut short as a ginger-haired man burst into the room, his gaze darting between Tyler and Jacob.

"I apologize, Sir. I asked Mr. Tyler to wait outside, but he didn't listen..." he trailed off, lowering his head. It was Jacob's secretary. No need to confirm.

"It's alright, Harry. No need to apologize. I understand how intrusive he can be," Jacob waved it off, his eyes fixed on Tyler's as Harry hesitantly left-like he wished to rip him into pieces but his principles restrained him. He remained composed, full of restraint, even though his every fiber yearned to thrash this man.

"Intrusive?" Tyler chuckled. "That's a very interesting choice of word."

his outward calmness, wielded his composure for his own nefarious ends. His intentions rang with an ominous

game, Tyler?" Jacob's voice seethed through clenched teeth, his hands balled into fists. "Speak up or get the fuck out of here." I instinctively clutched his arm, shooting him a

language, and I

your girlfriend?" Tyler's question spilled out without a hint of hesitation as he inched closer. "Would you sacrifice her

muster a reaction, Jacob's enraged

caught his hand, halting him

mine as I silently pleaded with him to stop, and he listened to me, gradually lowering his hand. A glimmer of softness flickered in his eyes, maybe because they had seen the fear in mine. "Could you step outside for

I refused to let him fight, especially when

arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "Already terrified of losing her, Jacob? Your ex has been quite accommodating these days, using that mouth of hers to suck

this is about Chloe, then?" Jacob let out a dry chuckle. "You're causing a scene in my damn office all for her? I have no illusions about

whispered, his gaze flickering briefly towards me before he chuckled, shaking his head. He retrieved his phone from his pocket. "I'm sending you a list of your investors who'll be withdrawing their funds by this evening. Brace yourself for a nosedive, buddy. It's going to be a

buzzed, and he snatched it up, his eyes scanning the message, his jaw clenched tight. The vein in his neck stood out prominently, a clear sign that he struggled to keep his composure, especially with Tyler systematically

to believe Tyler's words, but Jacob's visible reaction confirmed

the hell do you want from my boyfriend, huh?" I finally snapped, unable to contain my frustration. "Fine, you're messing around with

A

revenge on her behalf? Is that your twisted plan-to wreak havoc in Jacob's

words, but infuriatingly, he didn't seem the least bit offended. I intended to provoke

"Wow! You're quite something,

smirked,

away before

lose from now on. Do me a favor, remember my name, will you? It's Tyler, and I'd fucking love to hear it from those pretty lips of

this bullshit," Jacob flung his phone aside and seized Tyler's collar. "You utter one more word, and you won't leave here on your own two feet, Tyler. I'll shatter every bone in fucking your body." "And I'd be thrilled for you to try," Tyler

grabbed onto his hands, trying to pull him away. "That's exactly what he wants. He wants you to strike so he can

too, Belladonna," he glanced at me, a

baiting Jacob. God, what