Chapter 289



Although Kallie had never shared details of her past life with Tyrone, Ewing had conducted the investigation.

Kallie had been orphaned at a young age. While Roderick was alive, she had led a relatively comfortable life. However, after his death, she endured much hardship. Being mute, she had borne many injustices in silence over the years.

Tyrone was well aware of the wrongs Jake and Sarah had inflicted upon Kallie. He hadn’t acted against them because he thought little of them. However, he resolved that if they continued to provoke Kallie, he would no longer hold back.

As these thoughts crossed Tyrone’s mind, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, Sarah approached, linked arm in arm with a mixed-race man, her smile wide yet somewhat exaggerated.

Although the man wasn’t strikingly handsome, his well-defined features lent him a certain appeal.

Carrying her wine glass, Sarah walked up to Kallie and Tyrone, accompanied by the man.

“Ms. Cooper, it’s been a while,” Sarah said with a smile.

Kallie gave Sarah a brief, indifferent glance before quickly looking away.

Sarah’s smile faltered slightly under the weight of Kallie’s icy reception.

Tyrone, frowning slightly, addressed Sarah, “Miss, how can I assist you? It seems my granddaughter isn’t keen on chatting, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t block our way.”

His words drew a chuckle from someone nearby, which only added to the tension.

Sarah’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, yet she made no move to walk away.

Sarah glanced at the man beside her, lifted her chin with pride, and straightened her posture. “Mr. Tyrone Nixon,” she began, her voice laced with a hint of grievance. “Don’t you remember me? Weren’t you the one who told Mr. Ewing Nixon that I left a lasting impression on you? At your birthday party, I was right there beside you.”

Sarah’s words stirred the memories of the onlookers.

Indeed, Sarah had been at Tyrone’s side during the celebration, a fact that cast her in a new light among the crowd.

Tyrone’s prominent status meant that anyone he chose to keep close was considered noteworthy.

A short distance away, Bria overheard Sarah’s bold claim and felt a surge of irritation. She was about to step forward and confront Sarah when Noemi quickly held her back.

“Miss Nixon, hold on,” Noemi said calmly. “It seems she’s targeting Kallie. Let’s just see how this unfolds.”

Bria huffed, “I’m no fan of Kallie, but Sarah’s no better. Well, I might as well enjoy the drama.”

Back at his birthday celebration, Tyrone was lost in his own troubled thoughts. Though he vaguely remembered Sarah, his recollections were clouded by loathing.

Tyrone furrowed his brow, struggling to unearth the reason behind his dislike for Sarah.

To Sarah, however, Tyrone’s perturbed expression was an affirmation of her words, further fueling her confidence. Her smirk widened.

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