Iris' pupils contracted out of reflex. Beside her, a trace of fear appeared on Travis's expression. However, the two quickly regained their senses. Tyr Summers was not some tycoon, and Drake Tucker had already returned his favor, so now the man no longer had any connections with Drake. Why do they still have to fear him now?
"You're just a beggar but you dared to impersonate the tycoon. I say, Tyr, how shameless can you be? And Winifred, are you disappointed now? You thought you'd married a rich man, but you still ended up marrying a beggar, hahaha! This is just too hilarious! Little b*tch, daughters of beggars don't deserve to eat drumsticks. They can only eat bread from food waste bins!"
Slap! Tyr gave Iris a tight slap. "Although I'm not a tycoon, I seem to have told you two not to agitate me."
Iris and Travis were startled. Both of them finally recalled that Tyr was mentally ill. They subconsciously backed away and stopped trying to provoke Tyr and his family.
After they left the Zea family mansion, Winifred looked upset.
"Winifred, are you disappointed in me?"
"No." Winifred quickly forced a smile at Tyr. "You've really startled me last night. In truth, I don't actually wish that you're a tycoon. I just want the three of us to live our days normally like we're doing now. So, after we came back from the Castle in the Sky, and you've explained things to me, I actually felt relieved."
"Yeah." Tyr nodded with a smile. He now understood why monarchs would conceal their identities when they were out chasing skirts in the olden days. Be it for the Zea family or because of Winifred's inability to accept the truth, Tyr decided not to come clean for now. He had to first plan this carefully.
"I'm just really disappointed at Grandpa and everyone." Winifred took a deep breath, her eyes turning red. "Tyr, sorry you had to see that disgrace."
"Have you ever thought of leaving the Zea Group to start your own company? Although I'm not some tycoon, I still have quite some savings after working so hard overseas all these years."
Winifred felt conflicted, but she was tempted by the idea. However, she rejected Tyr in the end. "Let's talk about it in the future. They're still my family, after all."
"Alright then." Tyr shrugged. "No matter what decision you make, I'll be right behind to support you."
After that wedding ceremony, everything went back to normal. Their days continued with Winifred going to work at the Zea Group as usual while Tyr stayed at home to take care of the housework and send Blair to and fro from school.
This afternoon, Tyr had just sent Blair to kindergarten and was on his way back when he passed by a long bridge that had just been recently completed. On the opposite side of the bridge, a row of black cars were blocking his way.
"What an extravagant display." As he looked at the row of cars, Tyr's eyes narrowed.
The car doors opened, and many men dressed in black came out, bearing murderous auras. Their builds even looked similar, like they were a group of military-trained professionals. One of the men went over to open the door of the leading car. A middle-aged man, seeming to be in his fifties, came out, carrying the aura of an authority figure. It was easy to tell that this person had some background. Even the wealthiest man in Khanh City, Drake Tucker, would not be able to match up to his presence.
In reality, he truly was a prominent figure. This man was Arthur Young, from the Summers family of the north. The Summers family of the north was where Tyr was born. They were one of the highest-ranking elite families in the area with a few provinces under their control. The Summers family had three kings and five tigers serving under them, and Arthur was one of Summers's family's three kings, the King of the Northern Desert.
"Third Young Master, I have come forth on Old Master's orders to bring you home. She misses you very much." Arthur walked toward Tyr. There was a hint of respect in his tone.
"Misses me?" Tyr's eyes narrowed. He sighed inwardly. Back then, the old lady was superstitious and believed in rumors saying that Tyr was a malicious existence, that he would bring about the downfall of the family. The old lady had then chased Tyr out of the Summers' house, where he ended up wandering the streets of Khanh City and became a beggar. This was not something a grandmother would do to her grandchild. The old lady's heartlessness, the devil of a stepmother, and his father's indifference had already caused Tyr to be disappointed in his whole family. But now, the old lady had sent someone to take him back, claiming that she missed him!
At that moment, Tyr felt like he had just heard the world's funniest joke. He glared at Arthur and said coldly, "Even if gods are real and spilled milk can be recovered, that old lady, Gladys Dawson, won't ever miss me. She had asked you to come for me because she wants my bone marrow. The young brother my vicious stepmother had given birth to is now ill, and only my bone marrow can save him, isn't that right?"
Arthur's eyes contracted in an instant. "How did you know?"
"Heh…" Tyr smirked but did not answer. Although his Regal Palace was overseas, to obtain information like this was too easy for them. "Get out of my sight right now."
There was no longer a hint of respect in Arthur's eyes. His expression was now frightening. "Third Young Master, Old Master's orders cannot be disobeyed. She had said to bring you back no matter what. Please excuse us!" Soon after he spoke, the men behind Arthur immediately surrounded Tyr like a circle of hungry wolves.
"With the likes of you?" Tyr closed his eyes.
Bang bang bang…
In an instant, the air was filled with a rhythmic rumbling sound with blood-curdling screams following after. Thirty seconds later, the group of men Arthur had brought along all fell to the ground.
Arthur's body went cold like he had just seen a ghost. Tyr grabbed Arthur's collar as the dense murderous aura he exuded made every muscle in Arthur's body tense up.
"Arthur, out of respect for how I used to call you Uncle Young, I'll let you off today. Go back and tell that old lady if she wants my life, come and get it. But she better send those who have a death wish, because I will kill every single one."
At the end of the bridge, Tyr's silhouette was like a demon's as he walked away. The murderous aura he had unleashed on the bridge lingered, barely dissipating until long after. Arthur was awed as he stared absentmindedly after Tyr.
"Tyr, although I don't know what you've experienced all these years that gave you such power and strength, the Summers family is one of the elite tribes in the north. How could a young man in his twenties like you withstand them? This is your destiny."