Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 428

“You don’t need to worry about Stephen,” the man said in a low voice. “Easton may be young, and yes, he grew up in a fishing village without any real skills to speak of, but that doesn’t mean he’ll be easy to control in the future. Your daughter is much brighter than you give her credit for. From now on, she needs to be the one keeping Easton in check.”

“If you don’t need my help with your business, then please stay out of mine,” Shaw replied, his tone cool. “Tyrone may have been part of your machinations, but at the end of the day, he’s still your—” Shaw paused, letting out a weary sigh before continuing. “Don’t you feel even a flicker of guilt?”

Silence lingered on the other end of the line.

Shaw said nothing more. He simply hung up, then sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for a long while.

He’d watched Tyrone grow up, after all. Maybe he’d approached the Lynch family with an agenda, maybe every step he took was calculated—but Tyrone, that boy, still tugged at his heart.

What a pity. Tyrone wasn’t Easton, not so easy to manipulate. Someone with that much potential for chaos was a threat that needed to be eliminated.

The brief glimmer of regret in Shaw’s eyes faded, replaced by cold calculation.

“Natalia, I’m heading back to Harboridge City. Don’t bother seeing me off. Just make sure you look after young Master Easton—and support every decision he makes, no questions asked. Is that clear?” Shaw called Natalia before leaving.

“Alright, Dad, I know. I’ll take good care of Easton. He’s the Lynch family’s only heir now, after all.” Natalia’s voice was light, but there was an undercurrent of meaning in her words.

Father and daughter, each harboring their own schemes.

They were both playing a game, each with their own agenda. Shaw was using his daughter’s ambition to keep Easton in check, while inside the Lynch Corporation, he needed to get rid of Tyrone’s old allies before Easton officially took over—stripping him of any real power and making him nothing more than a puppet.

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Alicia’s apartment.

The arrangements for studying abroad were nearly complete. Winnie would be going with Alicia, enrolling in a program of her own. They’d be living together in Tyrone’s villa in Italy.

Easton would be joining them, though his study plans started a little later. For safety’s sake, they’d all stay under one roof.

A lump formed in Alicia’s throat. With Yvonne, she always felt a natural sense of closeness; being pulled into her arms, her eyes stung with unshed tears.

“I just got back in town when I heard about Tyrone,” Yvonne murmured, soothingly rubbing Alicia’s back. “Don’t be afraid. You still have me.”

Alicia nodded, swallowing hard.

“I’ve arranged everything in Italy,” Yvonne continued softly. “The pregnancy’s pretty far along now, so you’ll need to stay there until the baby’s born. It’s safer than here—whatever hands tried to reach Tyrone won’t be able to get to you over there.”

This was why Yvonne had come: to make sure Alicia could safely have her baby overseas. This child—Alicia and Tyrone’s—had to be protected at all costs.

“Just to be safe, once you’re there, trust no one except my people,” Yvonne warned. “My job makes it tough to drop everything and go with you, but I’ll find a way to take medical leave and be there when the baby arrives.”

Tyrone’s death had come too suddenly for Yvonne to be by Alicia’s side, but as Alicia’s aunt, she was determined not to miss the birth.