Tyson: Undisputed Truth Book Novels & Stories

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

“You guys just think too much. Even if a live-in son-in-law like him wanted to polish Mr. Woods’s shoes, he would be despised because of his dirty hands!” Many people understood it now. It turned out that Tyson beat Don because he had made him lose money. They initially thought that he was standing up for Harvey.

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

POV Alexander Tyson was never subtle about anything in his entire worthless existence, but walking into my boardroom and seeing him charming the VPs with champagne and that fucking smug grin makes something inside me snap like a twig under pressure. He’s holding court like he personally financed the building’s construction, telling some bullshit story about his latest “venture”—probably another cryptocurrency scheme or boutique hotel concept that’ll hemorrhage money faster than our marketing budget. My senior staff is laughing like he’s Dave Chappelle instead of a trust fund baby who once tried to convince our board to invest in a dating app for pets called “Pawssionate Connections.”

Todd questioned as he drove "Sorry, wasn't with my phone at the moment you called and i forgot to reply back your text" I apologized gazing at his visible abs that was in view cause his shirt was unbuttoned, he really was hot just like Mily said "Chill i ain't mad at you, but you're gonna makeup for it though" "Sure, anything" I agreed "Okay, one of my dude Jayden is throwing a pool frat party tomorrow, you must be there, you two" He said looking at Emily through the rearview

Tyson didn't go to the library. He sat on a bench just outside it instead, phone in hand, thumb hovering over his contacts list while he replayed the conversation in his head, turning it over like a coin he wasn't sure was counterfeit. Lycan King. One night. Keep it secret. He needed to be sure before he did anything with it. Tyson hadn't clawed his way to third-in-line for Beta status by acting on rumors. He acted on leverage, and leverage required proof, or at least the appearance of it.

I can’t explain why I’ve clung to this belief, why it refuses to waver even now when all the evidence screams otherwise. But I know Tyson. He’s the worst liar on the planet, a fact I’ve confirmed in the few awkward meetings we’ve had since my return. His face gives him away every time, even when he tries to hide it behind a forced smile or a casual shrug. That part of him hasn’t changed. Not yet. “Quincy, you once told me that your bond with Tyson isn’t something that can be broken easily,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might shatter something fragile between us.

“He cooked the books.” “You don’t know that yet.” “I do.” “You can’t run a company on instinct alone.” “I don’t. I run it on precision. Not manipulation.” A pause. “Make sure you have evidence to avoid lawsuits.” He hung up. No goodbye. Typical. I pushed Tanya’s file aside and looked at the reports on my desk, the sticky note she left grouping the pages, her handwriting glaring at me. Her tired eyes flashed in my mind. She looked like she hadn’t slept.

Sandra prompted. "Such as Why didn't the police find more implicating proof? and Why did it take so many hearings to get so few imprisonments? and Why did the prosecutions draw so little media coverage? If the Liquid Bombers conspiracy was unfeasible by purpose, all these difficulties would be responded to, and the replies would all be the same. The ease of the clarification must have been eye-catching to the young statistician, who had been qualified to look for the most sophisticated procedures and evidence. If I have the motivation to consider otherwise, I continuously consider the easiest explanation as the top one. The stylishness characteristic in the clarification may not have been ad

I sit up, ready to scream, when a hand clamps over my mouth. Terror shoots through me until I catch the familiar scent—Dustin. Sparks ignite where his skin meets mine, calming me despite the situation. His forehead presses against mine, his voice a whisper. “ You should have told us the truth. ” My breath hitches. “ What truth? ” His next words make my blood run cold. “ Tyson is gone. I am sure he followed someone to their house. ”