Tyson heaved a sigh of relief.
Mr. Macari isn’t being sarcastic today, after all.
“Have Vanessa’s people gone to the villa?” Samuel asked.
“She did send some scouts to gather information,” Tyson reported. “In response, I had sent our defense the items according to your instructions, Mr. Macari. They should make a move tonight.”
“Good,” Samuel said calmly. “Let them make the first move tonight. If they decide to attack, we’ll just send them a message. There’s no need to overdo it.”
Tyson nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“What’s going on at Yoeger Group?” Samuel asked next.
“Nothing much.” Tyson hesitated for a while before adding, “I heard that Yareli has returned to the country. Apparently, she’d gotten a divorce from the son of the Yates family.”
Samuel chuckled grimly. “She left Joel Yates?”
Tyson nodded in response.
“The Yoegers are an ungrateful bunch,” Samuel said scornfully. “Contact Joel and extend an offer to a partnership on my behalf. I can help him achieve revenge.”
“Yes, sir. Consider it done.” Tyson nodded again.
“Return to the office with these documents,” Samuel ordered. “We’ll talk about everything else tonight.”
“Yes, Mr. Macari.” Tyson held the thick stack of documents against his chest and turned to exit the room.
Upon passing the ward next door and noticing the ajar door, he glanced inside to discover, to his astonishment, that Kathleen had settled down and that Christopher had arrived.
The way Old Mrs. Macari treats them really blurs the distinction between which one is her grandson and which one isn’t. Having Kathleen move out might be her way of giving Kathleen and Christopher a chance to spend time together. If so, Samuel might lose miserably. As his assistant, I should think of something.
“What are you looking at, Tyson?” Diana glanced sideways at him.
“Nothing, Mrs. Macari,” Tyson mumbled awkwardly. “I’m just concerned for Ms. Johnson. See you around, Ms. Johnson.”
Kathleen gazed at Tyson as he turned around and left.
Diana frowned. “The people around Samuel sure are weird.”
“Tyson isn’t malicious, Old Mrs. Macari,” Kathleen explained. “Whenever Samuel couldn’t keep me company, he would always send Tyson.”
“That kid has plenty of money to throw about. You don’t have much to thank him for,” Diana consoled her. “No matter what they say, Katie, don’t feel the need to take it all upon yourself. You don’t need to be responsible for the lives of others. Your life should be the only one that matters. Take charge of your own life, will you?”
Kathleen nodded. “I understand, Old Mrs. Macari. Don’t worry. I’ll never put myself in that position again.”
I’m not that pushover I used to be.
“Good. Now that Christopher is here, I’ll leave you two alone.” Diana stood up and smiled meaningfully. “Christopher, take good care of Katie for me.”
Christopher nodded. “Don’t worry, Old Mrs. Macari.”
Diana left with Maria and entered the elevator.
“Do you think Ms. Johnson and Christopher would be better together, Madam?” Maria asked while helping the older woman in.
“What do you think?” Diana was curious.
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