That was the reason why Tyler hurried back.
Finally, Vickyâs gaze landed on the fourth photo where Gloria and Tyler were seen stepping out of a
private airport while talking to one another.
Vickyâs lips curled into a bitter smile and thought, âHe told me a few days ago that heâs going to York
City for a business trip, but he actually went there to attend Gloriaâs concert? What a busy man he is.â
In the airport, Gloria smiled gently at the tall, handsome man before her.â Thank you for today, Tyler.
Had it not been for you, I wouldâve been late for my interview.â
Ever since she returned to Zendonia, her schedule had been fully packed.
After the performance in York City, she was supposed to return to Stoneford City immediately to attend
an interview by a certain television station which would be played in real-time. However, the flight she
was on had encountered issues and needed to be sent for maintenance, and she would be late if she
took the next flight.
Since the interview was to be aired in real time, her failure to arrive in time might affect her reputation.
Amid her distress, she spotted Tyler, who was about to board his personal jet. Though Tyler was
boarding his own jet, he was boarding it from the public airport.
Gloria was desperate and resorted to seeking help from Tyler.
He glanced at Gloria and said, âItâs nothing.â
She smiled at him. âIâm in a hurry, so Iâll leave now.â
Tyler nodded.
There was another business meeting at Hart Corporation, so he to the office for the meeting before
returning home.
He arrived home in the evening and saw Nikki walking out of the kitchen as he stepped into the
mansion.
âWhereâs my wife?â he asked.
âSheâs resting upstairs.â
He nodded and was about to head up the stairs when Nikki stopped him.â Mister Hart, Missus Hart has
barely left the mansion throughout the days you were gone. I offered to take her out for a stroll, but she
didnât want to go out. She doesnât eat muchâ¦and I think sheâs lost even more weight.â
Nikki was chosen from Tylerâs subordinates because she was the strongest she was a great cook and
was loyal.
Tyler scowled and went upstairs. âAlright.â
When he pushed the bedroom door open, Tyler noticed that Vicky was sleeping on the bed. The sky
was turning dark, and since the lights in the room were off, the visibility was low.
Vicky rarely slept at this time.
He walked over to study her and noticed that she was as pale as a ghost.
He had only been gone for a few days, and she seemed to have gotten much thinner.
Tyler studied her in silence for a few more moments before asking, âHow much longer are you going to
pretend like youâre asleep?â
Vicky twitched ever so slightly but remained in place.
He sneered and bent down to capture her lips abruptly.
Vicky had been too frail in the past days, and he had not attempted to be intimate with her.
He had only meant to punish her for pretending to be asleep, but soon, he found himself losing control.