Chapter 8 The Young Master

Tyler was about to protest when three Rolls-Royce limousines cruised into the compound. Sharply dressed butlers and bodyguards shuffled out and stood in attention.

The middle limo's chauffeur opened the passenger door, and a young man in an Armani wedding suit stepped out gracefully. It was none other than the billionaire scion Trent Cooper.

"Oh, Mr. Cooper is here with limousines!" Gertrude called out to the servants. "Everyone! Let's get ready quickly to move to the wedding venue—Marian Hotel!"

As the Sinclair servants ran helter-skelter in a hurry, Trent came face to face with Tyler. "Who are you?" he asked with condescension. 

"If you are a beggar, we will distribute alms outside the wedding reception. Homeless guys can have leftover food. Now, get out of my way!" 

Tyler clenched his jaw. "You know very well who I am, Trent. You put me in prison and ruined my family!" 

The young billionaire raised an eyebrow. Then he let out a taunting chuckle. "Oh, it's you, loser! They finally let you go scot-free. I couldn't recognize you under the homeless man's clothes." 

"It seems prison time didn't wash away your arrogance," he added with a smirk. "Have you come back for more punishment? Or are you here to fall at my feet and apologize?" 

Tyler pursed his lips to control his fury. He could kill Trent with one blow, and his revenge would be complete. However, it wouldn't be satisfactory. Moreover, his girlfriend would disapprove of violence. 

"I am here to rescue Erica. You've forced this wedding against her will. You brought my family's life in shambles in my absence, but I won't let you ruin my girlfriend's life!"

Trent raised his arms in mockery and began guffawing. His friends and butlers also joined him in the laughter.

"Did you just say that Erica's life will be ruined if she becomes my wife? That she is your girlfriend? Are you drunk or delusional?" 

Just then, sounds of a pair of heels clicking came down the corridor and stopped by the entrance. 

"Never mind that," the billionaire heir jibed, pointing towards the doorway. "Why don't you ask Erica directly what she thinks?"

Tyler turned around to see a beautiful woman in a dazzling white wedding dress. Erica looked as stunning as ever. 

It had been three years since he laid eyes on her. The young man's heart fluttered to see the love of his life again.

"Tyler…" she murmured with furrowed brows. It was the expression he least expected.

"Erica… I'm back! I know you've been waiting for me all these years. You couldn't come to visit me in prison because the Coopers threatened you, right?"

"But you have nothing to worry about anymore. Neither do you have to marry Trent. I will protect you."

Erica didn't appear as pleased to see her returned ex-lover as he anticipated. She paused for a few moments before answering. 

"I am glad that you are free from prison, Tyler. But I don't understand why you have come here. You weren't invited to my wedding."

"What are you saying…?"

Erica went on mercilessly, ignoring his shocked expression. 

"Just to be clear, Trent is not forcing me to marry him. I love Trent and am getting hitched to him of my own will. It's time for you to leave and not come back again."

Tyler felt as if daggers had pierced his heart. 

"What are you talking about? You love Trent? I don't get it! You promised to wait for me!"

The beauty rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Wait for you? Who do you think you are? Nothing more than a peasant with a rap sheet!"

"Do you think you measure up to Trent? He is a goddamn billionaire! The Cooper family owns the city! Trent is playing chess while you're eating the pieces."

"Isn't it enough that you and I could be together?" the young man made a last appeal to Erica's sentiments.

"Gah! I don't care! You're just a nobody, Tyler. Still, I'll give you a chance. Let me see—have you come back from prison with loads of wealth to sweep me off my feet?"

Tyler eyed Erica blankly, his expression unreadable. The air was suddenly tense. 

"What if I tell you I have? That I have returned with unparalleled wealth and power."

"Will you regret your decision later?"