Alpha Tyson's POV.
The doors of my black sleek sports car opened as I walked into my home.
The living room was empty, void of all the maids and guards that were usually gathered around and cleaning.
The kitchen was next.
I strolled there and listened, expecting to see everyone seated peacefully and happily, indulging in breakfast and engaging in their usual girly chitchat or fashion discussions. Instead, I was met with a scene that made my blood boil.
“This will be your last warning—
I heard a familiar voice, there, in the center of the room, talking.
It turned out to be Rose, holding a gleaming cutlery knife, her eyes blazing with fury as she threatened Sandra.
I saw Sandra staring back at her, frozen, her expression was one of confusion, and her mouth was wide open.
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