Chapter 434 The Higher-ups
"Tyrell!"
Daryl's voice cut through the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Fields! What can I do for you?" Tyrell instantly switched to his most obsequious tone.
From the sidelines, Larry watched with naked envy. Sure, he worked under Daryl too—even got a villa out of the deal—but he'd never been assigned anything important. Lately, Daryl barely acknowledged his existence. Like he was just some fancy paperweight with good benefits but zero actual power.
And now here was Tyrell, getting a personal call from Daryl himself? Larry couldn't help the jealousy that twisted in his gut.
"Do for me?" Daryl drawled. "Nothing. Just calling to let you know you're fired, effective immediately. Swing by finance for your final check, then get lost."
"Fired?" Tyrell's eyes bulged as his whole body began to shake. The color drained from his face like someone had pulled a plug.
This came out of nowhere! Fired just like that!
For a moment, Tyrell felt like he was dreaming. Had to be a misunderstanding, right?
"Mr. Fields, could you repeat that? I don't think I heard correctly." He forced a smile into his voice.
"What, are you deaf?" Daryl snapped. "I said you're fired. Go to finance, get your money, and get out!"
Fired! Get out!
This time, every syllable hit like a sledgehammer. Tyrell's pupils constricted in shock. "Mr. Fields? Why are you firing me?" His voice cracked. "You just put me in charge of twenty percent of Silverlight City's real estate, and now I'm fired? Why?"
"I don't owe you explanations. Just leave already! God, you talk too much." Daryl hung up.
The dial tone buzzed in Tyrell's ear as despair washed over him. Just moments ago, he'd been daydreaming about his million-dollar future and joining the elite. Money, women, status, power... all within reach.
Now that fantasy had shattered, leaving him feeling like he'd been pushed off a skyscraper. The worst part? He had absolutely no idea what he'd done wrong.
"Why, Mr. Fields?" Tyrell slumped to the floor, his face crumpling. "Just tell me why." This hurt worse than Lisa's rejection ever could.
"Tyrell got fired?" Larry's eyebrows shot up after overhearing the call. He never expected Daryl's personal call would be about that.
"That makes zero sense. The guy's a top performer. Why would Daryl cut him loose?"
"Fired? So he's unemployed?" Daniel's eyes gleamed with sudden contempt. If Tyrell had lost his job, how could he possibly be worthy of his daughter Lisa?
'Looks like I need to reconsider Lisa and Tyrell's marriage prospects,' Daniel thought smugly.
...
The Silverlight City guesthouse loomed ahead—an imposing white Gothic structure that could've been plucked straight from a European royal estate.
Mountain-sized bodyguards stood at the entrance, faces hidden behind dark sunglasses, expressions carved from stone. Passersby gave them a wide berth, instinctively understanding that whoever stayed inside was seriously connected.
A white GMC pulled up to the entrance, and a young couple stepped out.
The man—Noah—was slender but carried himself with a subtle, magnetic presence that demanded attention. Beside him, Lisa nervously eyed the towering building and the intimidating blond bodyguards flanking the door.
"Let's go in," Noah said gently, taking her hand as they approached.
The moment the bodyguards spotted Noah, their demeanor shifted. Eyes suddenly respectful, they bowed their heads and stepped aside.
"Mr. Anderson!" A strong voice called out as soon as they entered the hall. An elderly man in a white robe, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, approached them with measured steps.
Though his face was deeply lined, his gaze held extraordinary wisdom that seemed to draw you in completely.
"Xavier!" Noah's face lit up as he hurried forward. "It's been so long!"
Noah wasn't surprised to see Xavier waiting—Jade had probably tipped him off about the visit.
"Over ten years," Xavier confirmed, his eyes drinking in the sight of Noah. "Look at you—all grown up now." His voice trembled with emotion. "I never thought I'd live to see you again!"
With Noah's parents always working, Xavier had practically raised him. He'd always treated Noah like his own grandson. After a decade apart, how could he not be emotional?
"How's your health?" Noah asked, equally moved. Xavier was family in all the ways that mattered.
"Still kicking," Xavier smiled. "Just some heart troubles. Worried I might go to sleep one night and never wake up, never see you again."
"You'll make it to a hundred, don't worry," Noah assured him.
"Let's hope so!" Xavier laughed heartily before his expression shifted. "You must have suffered during these years of family restrictions."
"It was manageable," Noah shrugged. "Though I still don't understand why they restricted me in the first place."
Xavier's expression turned grave, like he was approaching forbidden territory. "I shouldn't say too much, but you need to understand—the Anderson family is vast, with competing factions and power struggles everywhere. Dane isn't the only one calling shots. Your restrictions were connected to someone very powerful within the family."
As he finished, Xavier's gaze shifted to Lisa. "Ms. Wilson, hello. We've met before."
"Hi," Lisa replied nervously, assuming from their interaction that Xavier must be some relative of Noah's.
Xavier nodded and turned back to Noah. "For what it's worth, I support your marriage choice. Apart from her humble background, Lisa has excellent character. I admire her greatly."
His expression grew serious again. "But convincing your mother will be your challenge alone."
"And Noah," he added, lowering his voice, "your marriage isn't just your mother's decision. Many high-ranking family members are involved—especially that person who restricted you all these years. They strongly oppose this match."
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