Accidentally Crossing The Tycoon Novels & Stories

He took the stairs two at a time. By the time he reached the parking lot, the driver had barely opened the car door when Raymond shoved past him. “Sir—” The man didn’t get to finish. Raymond pushed him aside and slid into the driver’s seat. The tires screeched as he floored the accelerator, swerving out of the penthouse garage at a reckless speed. He didn’t care about traffic signals. Didn’t care about the blaring horns as he cut through lanes. Didn’t care about the red lights he ignored.

She had said it a long time ago; she would not allow them to have a clean break. A Maybach suddenly pulled up beside her. The window rolled down and Tyson’s charming, feminine face revealed itself. “Where are you going? I will give you a ride. It is hard to get a taxi around here.” “No, thanks.” Jean did not like Tyson at all. Probably because like repels like. She felt that they were the same kind of people, the ones that were up to no good, with a sense of purpose in everything. Tyson smiled. The golden glasses on his nose toned down his femininity and it made him look more gentle.

His search for Zara last night took up a lot of his time. Tyler set off to the office first thing in the morning to be ready for the meeting. The city was quiet in the morning. Tyler stepped on the gas, increasing the speedometer. During a turn, he caught sight of an individual in a wheelchair jumping out into the road. Tensing his jawline, Tyler slammed the brakes. Even so, the sheer force of the collision knocked the person out of their wheelchair. “Shit!” Tyler murmured under his breath. He hit someone. Tyler opened the door to get out of the car.

The prospect of this game intrigued him, and he sat at his desk, engrossed in his work. Just then, Tyler walked into the office, holding a file in his hands. Unintentionally diverting Nathan's attention, Tyler exclaimed, "Hey! It's you!" He walked toward Brixlee's table, accusing her with imploring eyes. Memories flooded Brixlee's mind as she recognized him as the person she had unintentionally bumped into, leading to an unpleasant encounter. She wondered what he was doing there and whether her day could get any worse. Tyler continued, "We met yesterday, remember? When you bumped into me and called me stupid? Does that ring a bell?"

The line soon was connected, and I could hear my boss greeting me with the usual "This is Poirot Cafe, what can I help you?" "Hi, Bob, it's Ty. I'm sorry to tell you this, but I got into a car accident and I don't think I can come today." I felt Autumn's arm wrapped around my waist and couldn't help but smile. "Oh, and if Lucas is there, don't tell him," I quickly added. But of course, Bob didn't hear the last part as I heard him put the phone away, yelling, "Hey, Luc, can you work until eight? Tyler can't come, he got into an accident on the road."

"He's too good at driving. I followed him a safe distance, but then lost track of him on Yonge Street after circling for a long time.” "So?" Tyler's lips thinned in annoyance. He didn't know what he was going to say to his stupid men when he got to Toronto. “So… I failed.” The man said softly, almost in a whisper. Tyler was just about to curse and scold his men out loud when a loud crash suddenly startled him. He just hit the car in front of him.

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

Whenever Tyler meets a client, he makes sure to go to the location they're going to meet twenty or fifteen minutes earlier, in case there are some accidents or traffic such as what they are experiencing right now. "What's going?" He asked Jonas. "I think there's an accident ahead." A thought suddenly played in Tyler's head which he can't seem to help himself but laugh. "It can't be Rhyan, right? That would be a great scene to watch!" He said jokingly. Just right after he said that he felt Jonas stiffen. Tyler looked ahead and noticed they're close enough to see what's happening ahead of them, which is the accident. "There really is an accident..." He mumbled.

“You think too highly of yourself. I doubt he came for you. Don't overthink it.” Lyra just huffed at his words, but her mind wasn't settled. 'So who did they come for?' 'Were the shooters working together with the guy who tried to rob her?' I mean, was he even planning to rob her? Tyson crossed over to the other side of the car and opened the door. Then he crouched down in front of her, using his palm to gently clean the sole of her feet. The contact felt so sudden and ticklish. What's he doing?

A car screeches and stops , almost bumping into her She gasps " hey are you blind or what ! You almost bumped into me " The car door opens and a handsome boy in his late teens stepped out frowning, his handsome features were so obvious, Scarlett gulped trying to ignore it . " You just popped out of nowhere brat , didn't you look at the traffic lights before crossing" he said coldly Scarlett scoffs,rich kids of nowadays.... They always think they're the one in control " well fuck you and your stupid car " purposely bumps into him and kicks the boot of his car with her shoes and storms off