Chapter 529

Chapter 529

Meanwhile, at the Grants’ mansion, Tyler Grant was practicing with a terrain model.

As a gifted individual, he excelled in everything he did, including terrain model training. Since few could compete against him, he usually trained by himself.

“Something terrible has happened, Mr. Grant!” One of the butlers barged into his study anxiously.

“Get out,” Tyler ordered icily without looking at the butler.

“But-

The butler swallowed the rest of his words when he received Tyler’s menacing glare and scuttled back to the door to wait patiently.

It took a while for Tyler to finish his practice. When he was finished, he asked, “What is it?”

“Sir, we just received news that Ms. Jayla was killed!” The butler cried in despair.

“She was killed?” Tyler’s brows furrowed. “What happened?”

“She wanted to take revenge for you, so she set up a trap for Natasha Harmon.” The butler quickly briefed Tyler on what happened.

“That idiot. How could she do something like that without permission?” Tyler humphed, indifferent to the news.

“What?” The butler was dismayed.

Shouldn’t Tyler be boiling with rage and start looking for the murderer right now? Why was he so calm? And how could he call his sister an idiot? He was being too cruel.

‘Sir, Ms. Layla was killed because she wanted to get even at Natasha Harmon for breaking off the engagement with you.” The butler pressed.

“When did I ask her to meddle in my affairs?” Tyler retorted coldly, rendering the butler speechless.

The butler couldn’t help feeling that his master was becoming more cold-hearted these days.

“Who killed her?” Tyler asked abruptly.

“An asshole named Dustin Rhys!” The butler told him.

“Dustin Rhys?” Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Natasha’s little boy toy?”

“That’s him!” The butler nodded his head. “That reckless bastard dared to chop off Ms. Layla’s head right before everyone’s eyes!”

“Alright. You can leave now.” Tyler waved the butler away indifferently.

“Sir, don’t you plan to avenge her at all?” The butler couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“I have my plans. I don’t need you to tell me what to do. Get out.” Tyler responded calmly.

“Yes, Sir.” The butler left with his head lowered and without saying another word.

He can’t understand why Tyler was being so calm despite knowing who the murderer was. It was too peculiar.

“She may be an idiot, but she’s still a Grant.” Tyler lifted his cup of tea and softly called out. Euria.”

Instantly, a woman donning black clothes and a raindrop-designed mask appeared.

“Master, you called for me?” The woman responded, kneeling on one knee before him with her head bowed.

“Have some fun with this Dustin, but don’t kill him so quickly,” Tyler ordered. “Yes, Master,” Euria answered before disappearing without a trace, like a ghost.