From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 460

**Chapter 460 A Wife’s Wrath**

Vivienne felt a rush of regret wash over her as she faced Tyrone. “I truly apologize, Mr. Winter. I should have taken a moment to gather the facts before barging in here. That was entirely my fault.” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions brewing within her.

Tyrone regarded her with a steely gaze, his expression inscrutable. “I don’t know the particulars of your quarrel with her, but it’s abundantly clear that she’s manipulating you, using you as a mere pawn in her game.”

Vivienne’s fists tightened, her nails digging into her palms as anger surged through her. How dare Zera play with her life like this?

Tyrone’s demeanor shifted, his face cooling into an icy mask. “Out of respect for Mr. Guinevere, I will let your intrusion slide this time.” He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the air between them. “But mark my words, if you dare to repeat this, do not expect any leniency from me!”

Vivienne’s heart raced, and she quickly lowered her gaze, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up her cheeks. “I’m truly sorry, Mr. Winter. I acted impulsively, and I sincerely hope you can forgive my thoughtlessness.”

That maddening woman, Zera! Vivienne swore she wouldn’t let her get away with this manipulation!

“I see now that this situation has nothing to do with you, Mr. Winter,” she stated, her voice steadier. “I won’t occupy any more of your time. I’ll take my leave immediately.”

Without wasting another second, Vivienne turned on her heel and exited Tyrone’s office, her heart pounding with a mix of frustration and determination.

In the office, Noel observed his boss as he returned to his desk, his calm demeanor unshaken. He couldn’t help but admire how Tyrone skillfully navigated the tension, pitting people against one another with such ease.

About ten minutes later, in a car idling across from the Winter Group headquarters, Vivienne slid into the passenger seat, her expression still stormy.

Jasmine, her mother, leaned forward, concern etched on her face. “What did Mr. Winter say?”

Vivienne’s fury bubbled to the surface. “This isn’t about Mr. Winter at all!” she snapped, her voice laced with indignation.

She continued, her words spilling out in a rush. “That woman somehow caught wind of my engagement to Mr. Winter and deliberately provoked me, trying to create a rift between us.”

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed. “Even if the Guineveres and Winters can’t unite through marriage, we still can’t afford to offend the Winters. Who does that woman think she is? Slapping you in public and manipulating you like that?”

Vivienne reached into her bag, pulling out Zera’s personal information, her face set with determination. “Mom, I don’t have the time or patience to deal with this infuriating woman. I’m leaving her to you. Don’t hold back.”

Jasmine quickly perused the documents, her brow furrowing. “Something feels off. This resume is too pristine, too perfect. It’s as if her identity has been meticulously scrubbed clean.”

Vivienne snatched the file back, her instincts screaming that there was more to Zera than met the eye. “You’re right, Mom. There’s definitely something hidden beneath the surface with Zera. I’m placing her in your capable hands!”

With a nod, Jasmine instructed the driver to start the engine. Anyone who dared to cross her daughter would soon regret it—no matter their status or background.

Meanwhile, at the Cunningham Residence, a different kind of storm was brewing.

George stood, his face twisted in anger as he pressed his daughter Rachel to hand over Zera’s phone. “You need to give it back, Rachel!” he shouted, frustration evident in his voice.

Rachel stood her ground, defiance radiating from her. “I’m not giving it to you!”

With that, Jolene seized a broom and unleashed her fury, swinging it with all her might as she beat George mercilessly.

He cursed, calling for help, but not a single bodyguard dared to intervene, paralyzed by the chaos unfolding before them.

The ruckus disturbed Carlee Cunningham, who had been meditating in her room.

“Stop this at once!” she commanded, rushing out to shield her son from the onslaught. Only then did Jolene cease her assault.

Carlee directed a furious finger at her daughter-in-law. “You’re a plague on this family! After all these years, you’ve only given birth to a worthless girl. If you had given me a grandson to inherit the Cunningham Group, would my son have had to seek another woman for children?”

Jolene stepped forward, her anger boiling over as she slapped her mother-in-law hard across the face. “You old hag! I’ve put up with you long enough!”

Carlee, unaccustomed to such defiance, crumpled to the floor, wailing dramatically, unable to maintain her composure.

She pointed accusingly at her son. “George, throw both of them out immediately!”

George, breaking free from his brothers-in-law, positioned himself protectively in front of his mother. “You shrew! How dare you strike your own mother-in-law!”

Jolene’s voice rang out, firm and unyielding. “Listen closely, George. My petition for asset freeze has been approved. My lawyer is currently gathering evidence of your affair and the asset transfer. If you’re wise, you’ll hand over half of the assets that belong to me. Otherwise, I swear I’ll bring down the entire Cunningham family and destroy both you and that old tramp of yours!”