A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 132

Elvis didn't break stride. He just tossed a cool reply over his shoulder. "Anytime."

Winona pressed close beside him, listening to the steady rhythm of his footsteps, feeling the warmth of his palm in hers. The shadows that had haunted her heart for so long seemed to melt away, replaced by a peace she hadn't known in years.

They climbed into the car. In the hush of the night, the vehicle slipped away, leaving Tyson alone under the streetlights. He stood rooted to the spot, looking every bit the cornered animal—a wild, desperate hatred burning in his eyes.

He knew all too well that throwing threats around now would achieve nothing.

But anger and jealousy had utterly drowned out his reason. That was the only explanation for the outburst he'd just unleashed at Elvis.

Winona and Elvis had been gone for quite some time, but Tyson hadn't moved an inch.

He stood there, letting the night wind whip at him, until finally—after who knew how long—his composure began to return.

He had no doubt that Elvis would come after him with everything he had.

He needed to make plans. Fast.

He couldn't afford to lose—not now. If he fell, Elvis would truly steal his Nona away for good.

With a frustrated groan, Tyson slapped himself twice, sharp and loud, then turned and strode back into the hotel.

Inside, Mr. Dalton was admiring the birthday gifts sent by the Rogers and Thorne families. Both families had clearly remembered his passion for antiques; their gifts were rare treasures, the kind you couldn't buy no matter how much money you had.

Mr. Dalton was beaming, his eyes glued to the collection. He didn't even turn around until a rough voice called from behind, "Mr. Dalton."

He glanced back and saw Tyson entering, his expression shifting for a split second before he smoothed on a genial smile. "Tyson! Where did you disappear to tonight? I don't think I saw you at all."

But Tyson knew exactly what he meant.

He tilted his head, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips. "So, Mr. Dalton, you're saying you won't help me?"

Mr. Dalton didn't bother to hide his thoughts anymore. "It's not that I don't want to, Tyson, but you've made enemies with the Rogers and the Thorne families—"

"Only the Rogers family," Tyson cut in sharply. "As for the Thornes, whatever bad blood there is, it's only temporary."

He was certain Nona would forgive him eventually. And when that day came, she'd keep the Thornes from taking things too far.

Mr. Dalton didn't mind being interrupted. He just chuckled and went on, "Alright, say it's just the Rogers family. Even then, that's nothing to take lightly. Do you really expect me to stand against the Rogers family for you? Tyson, I came to the capital all alone when I was young and spent decades building everything I have. Do you really think I'd risk destroying all of it—everything I've worked for—just for you?"