From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 405

405 Ghost Hunting

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Pearls

It didn’t matter whether Aella liked someone else or not–Tyrone had no plans to give her up.

That evening, Aella met two college friends who were visiting from out of town. She reserved a booth on the first floor of the Regal Club..

While waiting for them, she ran into Brad.

The moment she saw him, she remembered how he and Clyde had tricked her into going to the Winters‘ private airport last time.

Brad pretended not to see her and tried to slip away, but Aella grabbed his collar and shoved him back into the seat.

She knelt on the couch, pinning him down, and smacked him across the face again and again. “Finally caught you, huh?”

Aella didn’t hold back at all. “It was bad enough you lied to me for your buddy, but you even used my brother! You’ve got no conscience!”

Brad covered his head and face. “Okay, okay, I was wrong! I swear it won’t happen again!”

Only when he begged for mercy did Aella stop hitting him.

Brad quickly pulled out his phone, using the camera as a mirror to fix his messy hair. “I’ve told you a hundred times–don’t hit a guy in the face! Or the head!”

Aella straightened his jacket. “Well, I’d hit your butt instead, but you wouldn’t let me.”

Just then, a middle–aged man dressed way too “sexy” for his age walked past.

Aella and Brad both gave him a look, then turned back to each other and started whispering and laughing.

A moment later, Aella waved to her two friends from across the room.

Brad took the chance to leave.

Not far away, Tyrone stood in the shadows, his face dark, watching the scene.

His sharp eyes moved between Aella and Brad again and again.

Treat her right?

Care about her?

Someone mysterious?

Tyrone’s chest tightened with a heavy, bitter feeling.

气

About ten minutes later, Tyrone was upstairs in a private room with a few friends when Brad walked in.

Brad came straight over, patted his shoulder, and asked, “When’d you get here?”

Tyrone turned his head slightly, holding his glass, and stared at Brad in silence.

Brad frowned, confused. “Dude, what’s with that look?”

Tyrone said quietly, “Are you really my friend?”

The whole room went still.

Brad glanced around awkwardly, then looked back at Tyrone. “What the hell are you talking about? You sound crazy.”

How the hell did he notice? I hid it so well!

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