Chapter 556 Blessed by the Grim Reaper
"Cross the line?" Tyler turned to the other rich kids, chuckling. "You guys think I'm crossing the line?"
Hearing this, many people in the crowd burst into laughter, looking at Brent with even more disdain:
"Definitely no! It's Brent who's clueless! Dropping a billion? Where's he planning to crash and burn this time? Hahaha!"
"Exactly, since Maple Group's not here, I'll say it straight—you think Ryder, an outsider, has a shot? Do they seriously think they can outshine the elite families in town?"
"These two are delusional! If that ever happens, I'll livestream myself jumping into the river!"
As they kept going, Ryder became collateral damage in their mockery.
Also despised were Kyle, who had previously caught everyone's attention, and Andy and Abigail from the Johnson family.
"Don't say that, Kyle's at least half a Moore!"
"True, but those two Johnsons? From some backwater like Houston! You won't believe it—that Abigail chick even hit me up on WhatsApp, asking if I was free tonight. You guys in?"
"Hell no! Her face is all botched, clearly rode hard and put away wet. Grosses me out!"
Seeing that they couldn't gain any advantage at the auction, Kyle, Andy, and Abigail left early to avoid hearing more gossip.
If Ryder hadn't offended the Young family, would they be looked down upon?
Despite their complaints, Kyle ignored Andy and Abigail.
The Johnson family had indeed moved here, but if they wanted to curry favor with Kyle, they would have to beg in front of him!
Andy and Abigail spotted Kyle too.
But Anthony's words were ringing in their heads: better to cozy up to Ryder, the Johnson family's golden boy, than waste time on Kyle, the Moore family's tag-along.
So they straight-up pretended Kyle didn't exist.
Meanwhile, Brent and Tyler were in a standoff.
Their eyes met.
Brent's clenched fists made a "crack" sound.
Eventually, he relaxed them.
His expression became calm.
"Tyler, just wait and see—you and your family are gonna crash and burn, one step at a time!"
With that, Brent turned on his heel and walked out.
Confident and flamboyant!
Just like when he took out the black card to pay a billion dollars!
Tyler couldn't stand seeing his enemy so arrogant and pleased.
He watched Brent's receding figure, his eyes filled with coldness and disgust. "Fuck!"
But on the flip side, thanks to Brent, the auction blew past its target.
If this fool's dumb enough to foot the bill, why not let him?
The thought made Tyler smirk.
Guess he was blessed by the Grim Reaper—everything's falling right into place!
An hour later, Tyler headed to the chairman's office at Young Group to update his dad, Constantine, on the auction results.
He boasted about how his taunts and the blind bidding setup had totally played Brent.
"Well done!" Constantine gave Tyler a proud pat on the shoulder. "Tyler, seems like you've grown up a lot since that stadium mess. Real good!"
Tyler humbly replied, "It's all thanks to your guidance, Dad! Also, Brent won't have it easy. I'll continue to spread rumors about the place being haunted, making sure Brent and the entire Wallace family are driven out of town!"
Hearing this, Constantine nodded in satisfaction, his old face wrinkling with a smile.
Tyler smiled on the outside, but deep down, he was praying: 'Grim Reaper, listen up—this was all Constantine's plan. He's the one gunning for the Wallace family, making their lives hell! I'm just his pawn, his weapon! The weapon's not to blame; it's the guy pulling the trigger who's guilty!'
Constantine, unaware of Tyler's thoughts, mentioned another matter. "Tyler, the next month or so might be tough for you."
Tyler's eyes lit up. "Dad, do you mean you want me to get involved in the big project with the Capital City?"
Constantine shook his head. "No! I'll personally oversee that project! It's too important to be careless! As for you, I hope you can help me manage our family and handle other business lines during this time."
"Okay, Dad, don't worry, I'll manage our family well!" Tyler promised.
As for that big project tied to the Capital City, Constantine had dumped all of Young Group's liquid assets into it. But now, a snag had popped up, and they were scrambling for eight hundred million to fix it.
Even Tyler, the Young family heir, was kept in the dark about the project's details—it was top secret! All he knew was that it had something to do with the internet.
"Alright, Tyler, get up to speed with our family's business over the next few days. You can go now!"
"Got it! Dad, take care of yourself too!"
It was a picture-perfect scene of father-son bonding.
Once Tyler was gone, Constantine's smile vanished.
He whipped out his phone and made a call.
As soon as the line connected, he snapped, "The money's been wired. I don't care how you do it or what it costs—get me better programmers! And have you figured out why those two bailed?"
On the other end, an unfamiliar male voice replied, "Yes, one left for a family funeral after a car accident, and the other to handle his wife's delivery. Doesn't look like a rival company's poaching attempt."
"Good, that's a relief! Do your job right, and you'll be handsomely rewarded if we pull this off!"
"Thank you, Chairman!"
Constantine hung up the phone, got dressed, and went out.
On the other side.
After attending the auction, Ryder, Rex, and Brent had lunch and chatted.
Then the three, under Brent's guidance, arrived at an apartment building.
"Not bad, this place is indeed well-hidden!" Ryder gave Brent a thumbs up.
Brent scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Had to do it. To dodge the press and the Young family, I picked this low-key neighborhood. Got office space, chill zones, and even a lounge. Right now, we've got ten techies, one cook, and a cleaner. Don't sweat it—they've all signed NDAs, especially the two we snagged from the Young Group. They're solid."
Ryder nodded. "Nice work. Let's head up and check it out."
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