Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 328

Vincent frowned at Tyrone. “I never pegged you for someone so naive.”

The two of them had grown up in entirely different worlds, shaped by contrasting upbringings and surroundings. Naturally, their outlooks on life—and their personalities—couldn’t have been more distinct.

In Vincent’s eyes, Tyrone’s behavior right now was nothing short of laughable.

Tyrone didn’t bother to argue. In fact, he was a bit surprised that Vincent hadn’t seized the opportunity to kick him while he was down.

“Tyrone, I hear you’ve started your own business recently. If you’re running into any trouble, just say the word. We’re all happy to help.” Another group of insincere well-wishers wandered over.

These were the same people who used to greet Tyrone with a respectful “Mr. Lynch” at every encounter. Now, they addressed him by his first name—probably just a few days away from calling him “Ty.”

Alicia had to stifle a laugh. These people were truly shameless. If only they knew that Tyrone was actually the man behind Evercrest Group—wouldn’t they be so regretful they’d lose their appetites for days?

When Alicia looked like she couldn’t hold it in anymore, Tyrone gave her arm a gentle tug, silently warning her to keep up the act.

She lowered her head and clung tightly to his arm. To anyone watching, she looked heartbroken, not on the verge of laughter.

Vincent, misreading the scene, assumed Alicia was upset. He shot the group an icy glare. “If Tyrone really wanted to start a business, do you think he’d need your help?”

The group shrank back, embarrassed. Not wanting to cross Vincent, they quickly made themselves scarce.

“Are you feeling all right?” Tyrone looked at Vincent, half-amused.

“I just don’t want her to be upset,” Vincent snapped, his temper barely in check.

Tyrone let out a cold laugh. “Oh, sure. My child’s gone and now you want to play the hero? She’s my wife. Spare me your concern.” With that, he led Alicia away.

Vincent stood there, seething, but powerless. All he really wanted was to make things right with Alicia—but she clearly wasn’t interested in giving him that chance.

She sighed softly, hugging his arm. “Honey, you two chat. I’m going to sit over there for a bit.”

Tyrone gave Alvera a polite but dismissive smile. “Sorry, my wife gets jealous easily, so I’ll have to pass on the conversation.”

He knew exactly why Alvera had approached him. As the daughter of an entertainment mogul, she had nothing to offer him professionally, and he had no reason to get involved.

Her expression soured instantly, clearly offended that he’d snubbed her in public.

“Tyrone, you’re not the president of Lynch Corporation anymore. Starting over isn’t as easy as you think. What can your wife possibly offer you? Connections? Resources? Our company may be in entertainment, but our network is just as wide as anyone’s. We have ties to high-profile partners all over the city.”

Alvera wasn’t wrong. Entertainment companies did have broad connections—actors, models, and all manner of socialites who often mingled with the city’s power players. But still, it was hardly the kind of influence that mattered.

Tyrone ignored her and walked over to where Alicia was sitting, never sparing Alvera another glance.