Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 335

“Marcus, we’re late—how’s the old man?” Jade White and her father, Brandon, hurried in, anxious expressions on their faces.

“They moved him to intensive care. No idea what’s going on. If he wakes up…” Marcus muttered, sounding frustrated and on edge.

“Well, looks like he’s getting ready to draft his will.” Brandon’s tone was almost cheerful. “Right now, the Lynch Corporation shares and control are in Easton’s hands. But let’s be real—what matters most to you is the cash. If the old man gives all the shares to Easton, chances are he’ll leave the entire inheritance to Tyrone. I heard him telling my dad as much.”

Marcus’s face drained of color as he stared at Brandon. “All of it? To Tyrone?”

“Yep. That day, my dad tried to talk the old man out of it—told him giving all the shares to Easton wasn’t fair to Tyrone. So the old man said, ‘Fine, I’ll leave Tyrone all my other assets instead.’ We’re talking hundreds of millions in liquid funds. If he gets his hands on that, Tyrone could stage a comeback overnight. And don’t forget the real estate, investment portfolios, antiques, jewelry—there’s a fortune tied up in all that.”

Brandon’s words sent a chill down Marcus’s spine.

If Tyrone ended up with everything, what was the point of their return? They weren’t about to let their prize slip away when it was already within reach.

Marcus’s thoughts took a dark turn. He didn’t care about the consequences anymore. The old man had to go.

…

Outside Harboridge General Hospital.

In the back of a sleek black Mercedes, Tyrone answered his phone.

“Sir, just as you expected—Brandon’s at the hospital with Marcus. Looks like they’re about to stir things up and push Marcus to act against the old man.”

Tyrone tapped his fingers lightly on his thigh, every detail unfolding as he’d anticipated.

Alicia sat quietly beside him, not daring to interrupt, simply offering her silent support.

“Proceed as planned,” Tyrone said, his voice low and steady.

This was Marcus’s own doing. The old man couldn’t blame Tyrone for what was about to happen.

He came back of his own accord—and now he was walking straight into a trap.

Tyrone had never been one to forgive and forget.

Years ago, when Marcus walked away from the Lynch family and signed the agreement never to return, Tyrone had let him go. He’d written him off as dead, as far as he was concerned.

But now, Marcus had chosen to come back.

He was holding himself together, barely.

She quietly wrapped both her hands around his, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Alicia…” Tyrone whispered, his voice almost breaking.

He didn’t want her to think he was a monster. He didn’t want her to see him as insane.

He’d already lost his mother, contemplated killing his father, and now he was orchestrating his grandfather’s downfall.

Tyrone hated himself for it.

“Why would I ever be afraid of you? Tyrone, I’m not some naive girl. Maybe I can’t help you much, but what I can do is always stand with you—no matter what. Even if the whole world calls you cold and heartless, I’ll never stop protecting you.”

Maybe loyalty was all she could offer Tyrone.

But she was determined to be right there, no matter how dark the road ahead became.