Tyler Hoechlin Derek Hale 소설 & 이야기

small. "Sarah… You look... different," he whispered, his voice cracking. His hand reached out, almost as if to touch my arm, but Dex stepped forward. Tyler froze, his eyes snapping to Dex, then back to me. I looked at him as if he were a minor inconvenience. "It’s called peace, Tyler. You wouldn't recognize it." Tyler’s jaw tightened so hard I heard his teeth grind. "The Hale Vineyard... Julian selling majority of his shares to an anonymous person… that was you? You’ve been the one destroying my partnerships for the past one year?”

Someone began pounding on the door. Tyler, who'd been caught up in his fantasy, jumped in alarm when he heard the commotion. Feeling rather displeased, he set down his glass and got up. When he opened the door, he saw a visibly panicked Derek outside. "M-Mr. Grover!" Derek sputtered. "Things have gone terribly wrong!" Tyler's chest tightened. The thrill he felt from his earlier fantasy was swiftly replaced with sinking anxiety. He grabbed Derek by the collar and pulled him inside. Once he slammed the door shut, he questioned urgently, "What happened? Explain the situation properly! Did Hawke Group uncover the plot, or was it the plan with Steph that failed?"

He ran for his bike. "I'll go make sure Maggie and Skylar are taken to the clubhouse," Tyler said, grabbing the keys to the SUV he and Meredith shared with one another. The fuse that was the Heaven Hill MC had been lit. Drew hoped Dixon knew how to put it out.

“She needs to know, but not everything. She’s sharp, she’ll see patterns we miss—but we control the flow.” Chris nodded. “We keep it clean and professional. No mistakes. No one knows except us.” “Exactly.” Derek’s voice dropped, almost a whisper. “If we slip… Hale Tower is gone. Forever.” Chris leaned over, studying the spreadsheet one more time. “Then we don’t slip. Two months, Derek. Two months to make him unravel his own plan without him realizing it.” Derek gave him a small, approving nod. “That’s the game. We watch. We wait. We act when he overplays.”

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into the search bar and hit enter. The first result made his blood run cold. Marcus Hale, CEO of Hale Global Properties. Widowed. Estranged from only son, Tyler Hale. Tyler stared at the screen for a long moment. His hands started to shake. No. It couldn’t be. His father? The man he had not spoken to in years? The man who had cut him off and left him with nothing?