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."

despite his outward calmness, wielded his composure for his own nefarious ends. His intentions rang with an ominous tone, leaving a sense of foreboding in the air. What ulterior

What's your 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 concerned look. I couldn't bear the thought of him lashing out at Tyler, or anyone

nature. Violence wasn't his language, and I refused to let

I claim it's your girlfriend?" Tyler's question spilled out without a hint of hesitation as he inched closer. "Would you sacrifice her to satisfy me? You've always been the shrewd businessman,

eyes widened slowly at his words. Before I could muster a reaction, Jacob's enraged roar filled the room, his fist poised to strike. "You despicable

his hand, halting him

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, baby?" he asked, but I vehemently shook my head, clinging to him tighter, my other hand securing him

let him fight, especially when Tyler's intentions

huh?" Tyler crossed his 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 me off whenever I ask her and I wonder if it's Evelyn's allure keeping you from rushing back to her

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 else

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

his

but Jacob's visible reaction confirmed

do you want from my boyfriend, huh?" I finally snapped, unable to contain my frustration. "Fine, you're messing around with that twisted woman, whatever. Keep at it. Keep fucking

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

sparked at my words, but infuriatingly, he didn't seem the least bit offended. I intended to provoke him, yet

"Wow! You're quite something,

he smirked,

before lighting

lose from now on. Do me a favor, remember my name, will

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 chuckled, utterly

onto his hands, trying to pull him away. "That's exactly what he wants. He wants you to strike so he can create a scene in the

clever too, Belladonna," he glanced at me, a

God, what could I