My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 103 Trouble Begins

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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."

It appeared that Tyler, 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 motive was this man harboring?

"I'll ask you one last time. 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 for that matter.

That wasn't his nature. Violence wasn't his language, and I refused to let it become so.

"What if 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, haven't you?"

My 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 piece of—"

I swiftly caught his hand, halting him with all my might.

His gaze 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, baby?" he asked, but I vehemently shook my head, clinging to him tighter, my other hand securing him in place.

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

"So, you're smitten, 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 or if there's something... more."

"So 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 your fidelity. You relish juggling multiple women, so spill it. What else brings you here?"

"Maybe something you possess..." Tyler 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 rough road ahead."

Jacob's phone 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 pushing his buttons.

I found it challenging to believe Tyler's words, but Jacob's visible reaction confirmed that Tyler wasn't here for a casual chat. He had stirred up trouble.

"What the hell 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 her and yourself busy. But why are you needlessly here? Or are you trying 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, a spoiled brat like you never could!"

His eyes sparked at my words, but infuriatingly, he didn't seem the least bit offended. I intended to provoke him, yet there he stood, wearing a smug smile.

"Wow! You're quite something,

Belladonna," he smirked, tucking his

phone away before lighting a

cigarette. "We'll meet again. Scratch

that-there's no doubt. Your boyfriend and I have unfinished business. There's much more he's going to 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 yours."

"Enough 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 chuckled, utterly unperturbed.

"Jacob, stop..." I grabbed 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 media."

"So you're clever too, Belladonna," he glanced at me, a smirk curling his lips.

He was deliberately baiting Jacob. God, what could I fucking do?

"Don't you dare even look at her!" Jacob snarled.

"Oh, I will. Every day."

Oh no...

As Jacob moved to strike, I clutched his hand, exerting every ounce of strength to hold him back.

"Don't hold me back, Evelyn. This bastard deserves it!"

"Yes, indeed. Please, you're most welcome," Tyler drawled, taking a drag from his cigarette, his smirk unwavering. He made no move to free himself.

"Please, Jacob. For me-please,

stop," I wrapped my arms around him from behind, my voice quivering, my eyes shut tight. I felt lost, unsure of what to do. All I knew was I

couldn't bear to witness ned

hurting anyone, especially this guy who clearly goaded him. Tyler had tarnished Jacob's reputation before, and now he was at it again—his game plan was evident.

"Evelyn, let me "

"Please..." I held him tighter, my voice trembling. "For me, Jacob. Don't do this."

I sensed Jacob inhaling deeply before slowly releasing Tyler's collar.

"Leave, Tyler," Jacob uttered quietly, struggling to maintain his composure.

Surprisingly, Tyler smiled. "Okay." With that, he flicked his cigarette away and strode out of the room, his final gaze fixed solely on me.