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."

rang with an

hands balled into fists. "Speak up or get the fuck out of here." I instinctively clutched his arm, shooting him a concerned look. I couldn't bear the thought

wasn't his nature. Violence wasn't his language,

out without a hint of hesitation as he inched closer. "Would you sacrifice her to satisfy

slowly at his words. Before I could muster a reaction, Jacob's enraged roar

swiftly caught his hand, halting him with all my

met 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 a moment,

the repercussions if I left. I refused to let him fight, especially when Tyler's intentions were glaringly evident

using that mouth of hers to suck me off whenever

let out a dry chuckle. "You're causing a scene in my damn office all for her? I have no illusions about your fidelity. You relish juggling multiple women, so spill it. What

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 rough road

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

it challenging to believe Tyler's words, but Jacob's visible reaction confirmed that Tyler wasn't here for a

unable to contain my frustration. "Fine, you're messing around with that twisted woman, whatever. Keep

A

to play her savior? Seeking revenge on her behalf? Is that your twisted plan-to wreak havoc in Jacob's life? You seem overly interested in his affairs and quite jealous too because he's accomplished things,

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

"Wow! You're quite something,

smirked, tucking

away before lighting

now on. Do me a favor, remember my name, will you? It's Tyler, and I'd fucking love to

here on your own two feet, Tyler. I'll shatter every bone in fucking your body." "And I'd be thrilled for you

what he wants. He wants you to strike so he can create a scene in

too, Belladonna," he glanced at me, a

was deliberately baiting Jacob. God, what