Bruce was seething with rage. "Tyron, don't forget your place. Are you really going to throw everything away for a woman?"
Tyron grabbed a chair, swinging it toward the coffee table with all his might.
The table shattered into pieces, and in a matter of seconds, the living room was in ruins, glass and porcelain scattered all over the floor.
Bruce's eyes burned with malice. "What's this? You actually think Penelope can help you? Don't even dream about it. She's nothing but a distraction!"
Tyron's voice was as cold as ice. "Whether she can help me or not is none of your concern, Father. You're not the king of the world."
Bruce kicked Tyron in the stomach. Tyron staggered, his face turning pale, but he managed to steady himself with effort.
Bruce's face was dark with fury. "Get out! I w
