Chapter 547 The One with All the Luck
The next day, at noon.
Ryder was at his villa, yawning as he finished lunch.
Rex and Lily, who were at the same table, were doing the same.
Last night at the Rigal Distric Stadium, they were setting up scenes and pretending to be ghosts, which was very tiring.
However, the results were significant.
The haunting at Rigal District Stadium hit the news early that morning.
The workers who'd been drugged the night before were front and center, looking like they'd seen a nightmare. "No way I'm going back there, not even for a million bucks," one said, quitting on the spot.
The rich kids who'd bolted during the chaos swore they'd seen ghosts and vowed never to set foot in the stadium again.
As for Tyler, he was still out cold in the hospital. Doctors said his vitals were stable, but whispers of witchcraft were already swirling.
The haunting story was blowing up, and the cops had launched an investigation.
Of course, they found nothing.
This was thanks to the heavy rain late last night, which washed away all the evidence.
Ryan had anticipated this early on.
Ryder couldn't help but marvel at how amazing Uncle Ryan was!
However, just such news reports were not enough; with the Young family's power, they could cover up these stories in less than half a day.
Ryder quickly thought of video bloggers like Donna and Brandon.
He immediately called Donna, asking if she and Brandon could spread the news online so that most people would know about it.
Donna patted her chest and assured him, "You can question my character, but don't question my work ability!"
Ryder hung up the phone, relieved.
"Ryder, is this how you treat old classmates? You made me pretend to be a ghost, and now you're talking business on your phone throughout lunch." Lily expressed her dissatisfaction.
She continued, "I think I'll go to the bank alone to handle the loan. Who knows how long I'll have to wait for you!"
With that, she got up to leave.
Ryder quickly explained, "No, no, I'm done now! I'll go to the bank with you right away!"
He quickly called Rex, "Rex, go to the garage and get the car. We're taking Ms. Turner to the bank."
"No way!" Lily refused.
"My dear Ms. Turner, what do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you say!" Ryder, knowing he was in the wrong, joked.
Lily pointed to the electric scooter parked at the door and pouted, "I want to ride that."
Ryder looked troubled. "But the three of us on that scooter might be a bit difficult, Ms. Turner."
The scooter belonged to the security guard at the villa gate, small and shabby.
It was already a bit difficult to carry just Rex, let alone the three of them!
Hearing this, Lily stomped her foot in anger. "Who said Rex is coming? Just you and me on the scooter!"
Ryder had no choice but to let Rex stay home and sleep while he borrowed the scooter from the security guard.
At this time, in the hospital.
The moment Constantine saw Tyler wake up, he hurled a vase to the floor!
He yelled, "You useless pig, you're better off dead!"
Useless pig?
Tyler actually grinned hearing that.
He hopped up, stood on the hospital bed, then dropped to his knees, "You're right, Death God, I'm a useless pig! If you're looking for someone, go after that bastard Constantine! Thank you, Your Honor!"
Finally, he had turned into a pig!
No need to be thrown into the frying pan, how wonderful!
"Tyler, you bastard, what are you talking about?"
Tyler?
Why does that name sound familiar?
Oh, I'm Tyler. Could it be that I turned into a pig but still have my memories?
This is God's favor for me!
If I'm going to be a pig, I'll be the leader of the pig world! Using my past life's memories.
Kneeling on the hospital bed, Tyler started laughing.
But the more he laughed, the more something felt off.
Especially when he got a good look at Constantine's face.
Tyler gulped, "Dad… is that really you?"
Constantine just smirked. Then he hauled off and slapped Tyler across the face.
His voice was ice-cold, veins popping on his forehead, "Tyler, you've really outdone yourself this time!"
Tyler flinched.
The next second, he scrambled to Constantine's feet, clutching his pant leg, "Dad, I remember now—that stadium's haunted, for real!"
Constantine responded with a brutal kick, sending Tyler sprawling to the floor.
"Ghosts? The only ghost here is the one in your head!"
"Dad, I'm serious! If you don't believe me, check the stadium tonight—you'll see!"
Constantine had had enough.
He turned to his assistant, "Take this idiot to a shrink. If he's really lost it, lock him up in a psych ward for good. Actually, forget that. Didn't the cops say someone fired a real gun at the scene? No need to pin it on someone else—just haul this pig to the station."
With that, Constantine stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
In the hospital room.
Tyler sat on the ground, thinking for a long time.
Constantine didn't give a damn about family—that much was clear.
But Tyler? He couldn't care less.
He'd already died once and met the Lord of Death face-to-face.
He'd spilled everything: how his messed-up sex life drove him to chase women, how Constantine was a killer, how their family ran shady casinos on the side.
And the Lord of Death? He saw right through it all and gave Tyler a second shot at life!
Tyler was convinced—every bit of last night was real.
With the Lord of Death on his side, he was sure he'd take down Constantine and Ryder.
One day, he'd be the one calling the shots, standing at the top of the world!
With that, Tyler got to his feet.
The assistant quickly came over and asked softly, "Mr. Young, shall we go see the doctor?"
"Psychiatrist, you mean?" Tyler replied, "Let's go!"
Normally, he'd have laid into this guy.
But now he got it. Only by playing along and getting the doc to clear him could he keep Constantine's trust.
To take over the Young empire, run Aurora City, and eventually the whole damn world!
After brushing with death, Tyler felt chill as hell.
Turns out, he was the one with all the luck.
Meanwhile, Ryder and Lily rolled up to the commercial investment bank on his electric scooter.
Just then, a group of women with LV bags walked by, muttering:
"Check out that guy—riding a beat-up scooter with a hottie on the back. What a loser!"
"And the girl's actually into it. Guess it's true what they say—'better to laugh on a scooter than cry in a Benz.'"
"Honestly, the guy's kind of hot. Bet he's a beast in bed."
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