Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 449

**Chapter 449: What Brings You Here?**

An hour had slipped away like sand through fingers when Tyrone emerged from the opulent confines of the Regal Club. He stepped into the waiting luxury car, the scent of leather mingling with the crisp night air.

Brad, seated beside him, casually extended a cigarette. “No surprise she was your first love. Just a little charm, and you’re all mushy, huh?” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

In the passenger seat, Noel sat, wiping the perspiration from his brow, a clear indication of the tension that had filled the air moments before.

Tyrone had successfully maneuvered George into a corner. With the Cunningham Group’s ambitious Southeast Astoria project as his bargaining chip, he had publicly exonerated Zera, a move that sent ripples through the social fabric of their world.

Yet, behind the scenes, he had already discreetly informed Jolene and her family, ensuring their involvement. With them on his side, Tyrone felt a sense of relief; he didn’t need to bear the weight of the impending troubles alone. The real challenges for Zera and Anna loomed ominously on the horizon.

Brad’s playful jabs were a constant source of amusement, yet he was no fool. He absorbed every detail that unfolded in Vleka, his perceptive nature sharp as ever.

“Listen, you scheming bastard,” he said, his tone suddenly serious, cutting through the lighthearted banter. “It’s one thing to play games with others, but if you ever think about pulling a fast one on me, just know I’ll make Raine despise you.”

Tyrone shot him a look, a mix of incredulity and amusement, as if to say, “You absolute moron.”

Zera was a thorn embedded deep within Aella’s heart, a blemish that he could never seem to erase.

Before Aella returned to Vleka, Tyrone was determined to dismantle the Cunninghams, the only support the Caldwells had left. He envisioned a world where every Caldwell was expelled from Vleka, ensuring that Aella would never again be tainted by their presence.

As the year neared its end, time seemed to warp.

A week before the New Year, news reached Tyrone that Aella was coming back.

In the CEO’s Office at Winter Group, Raine’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Aella’s landing tonight. Did you reserve the private room for the dinner?”

Tyrone glanced at the clock on his computer, its hands ticking slowly. “I’ve got something planned for tonight. Let’s save the welcome dinner for tomorrow instead.”

After enduring hours on a plane, Aella would undoubtedly be weary, needing time to rest and adjust to the jet lag.

Since their last visit in Tuspuyria, they hadn’t exchanged a single message, yet he found himself staring at her WhatsApp profile picture multiple times throughout the day.

Every mention of her name sent a jolt through his heart, tightening it in an unrelenting grip.

Day or night, whether he was alone or surrounded by others, his thoughts would invariably drift back to her, filling the spaces in his mind with memories and hopes.

After all this waiting, the prospect of seeing her again filled him with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

**10:33 Mon, Dec 15**

**Chapter 449: What Brings You Here?**

Restless energy coursed through him, compelling Tyrone to rise and pour himself a drink, the liquid swirling like the thoughts racing in his mind.

The next morning promised to be a weekend, a time for relaxation and reflection.

Tyrone, tall and imposing, donned a casual yet elegant suit, topped with a long black coat that added an air of cold intimidation to his already formidable presence.

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