Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 359

“But Ty, this is getting too dangerous. If someone was bold enough to ram your car today, who knows what they’ll try tomorrow? Maybe an outright assassination. These people are out of their minds—you need a safer cover for yourself.” Easton’s eyes were clouded with worry as he looked at Tyrone.

Tyrone just smiled, calm as ever. “I know what I’m doing. Just focus on your own responsibilities—look after your sister-in-law at school, and leave the rest to me.”

Easton nodded vigorously.

“And try not to drop by unless you have to,” Tyrone added, keeping up the act they’d agreed on. “If you’re going to play a part, you have to play it well.”

Easton looked a little put out. “But Ty, promise me—in front of everyone else, no matter what I do, you’ll trust me, okay?”

He was afraid Tyrone might start doubting him.

“Easton, just follow your heart.” Tyrone’s words were steady. He believed in understanding people through their actions, not just what he saw or heard.

That was the nature of the business world—nothing was ever quite what it seemed. Today’s sworn enemy could become tomorrow’s ally, and supposed friends might be plotting your downfall behind your back.

Easton nodded again, then stood up and left without another word.

Once he was gone, Tyrone called his assistant and ordered a thorough background check on Natalia.

As for the car crash…

Vincent had suggested it might have something to do with the Lawson family’s illegitimate son. That gave Tyrone something to think about.

“Honey, the doctor says you’ll be discharged as soon as this IV is done.” Tyrone glanced over at Alicia, who was still munching on a slice of watermelon by the door.

“Okay! Once we’re home, I’ll make you some chicken soup.” Alicia nodded sweetly, delighted by the juicy watermelon.

Tyrone’s lips curled into a smile. More than anything, he hoped Alicia could keep that innocence forever. “Let’s go.”

Ignoring protocol, Tyrone swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled out the IV himself.

Alicia rushed over, alarmed. “What are you doing?!”

“After my grandfather left me the Lynch family fortune, I became a target,” Tyrone told the cameras, voice steady. “Let me be clear: if something happens to me, every penny of my inheritance will be donated to the nation—none of it will ever fall into the hands of anyone with ill intent.”

He made no mention of Alicia in his statement. He was protecting her, making sure the world believed she had nothing to gain if he died.

Sometimes, immense wealth was more of a curse than a blessing.

“Sir, ma’am, the car’s ready.” The assistant pulled up at the curb, flanked by bodyguards who hustled Tyrone and Alicia into the vehicle and whisked them away.

“Mr. Lynch, you’re really something—did you actually let someone ram your car? You aren’t hurt, are you?” the assistant asked anxiously as soon as the doors closed.

Tyrone gave a theatrical cough and shot him a warning look.

The assistant caught on quickly, glancing at Alicia in shock. “Wait, Mrs. Lynch doesn’t know this accident was staged?”

Alicia narrowed her eyes, shooting Tyrone a glare that promised trouble later.