Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 Hides in His Study

Even though Tilda hadn’t signed any contract with Jude yet, they were already tied together.

Normally, Jude would’ve been the type to boss her around, control every little part of her life.

That would’ve made Tilda furious. She’d fight back hard, desperate to break free.

But Jude didn’t do that.

She liked his reply and checked the time.

It was 7 p.m.

Andy’s flight from Jeselton to Slosa was due at 8 p.m.

If she left now, she could make it on time.

Tilda spun the wheel, pressed the gas, and the Porsche’s red lights cut a sharp line through the night as she sped down the road.

Blair was waiting at the arrival exit of the airport, wearing huge sunglasses and a heavy fur coat.

“So… it failed, didn’t it?”

Her voice was flat as she listened to Howard on the phone.

She’d expected this.

The Tilda now was nothing like the Tilda who returned to the Jensons months ago.

Back then, she was desperate, flattering, timid, and full of self–doubt.

Now? She burned with hatred and contempt for the Jensons.

And Blair couldn’t deny it: This Tilda had a sharpness that demanded respect.

She carried a boldness, a fire, a strong capability that made her truly look like she belonged to the family.

She was no longer that trembling girl who seemed so unworthy before.

But still, she felt that Tilda’s power wasn’t supposed to be used on her own family.

Tilda was Blair’s daughter, a Jenson through and through. That strength was meant for enemies outside the family, not inside.

And now, all this chaos caused by Tilda was wearing Blair out completely.

Why couldn’t she just be like Kylar Kyla’s gentle, soft, and sweet–she doesn’t make life harder for everyone.

“Where’s your father?”

He locked himself in his study the moment he got back from campus. Kyla’s been crying non–stop, blaming herself, and Wade’s with her now, trying to calm her down

I see I’m at the airport now. Andy’s flight lands at 8 pm I’ll try to convince him to drop this case before it spirals out of

control”

Blair and Russell had spent decades building their empire.

Nary weren’t fools Both of them had sharp instincts and made ruthless decisions.

Runsell had gone to Orica University to confront Tilda and see if they could settle things quietly before the public noticed- before the jensons were embarrassed and the company stock dropped.

11:23 AM P P

Chapter 60 Hides in His Study

If he failed, Blair was here at the airport, ready to handle Andy first.

Whatever it took, she’d make him drop the lawsuit.

If Tilda had hired anyone else, the Jensons wouldn’t care. They weren’t scared.

But Andy was different.

Finished

Andy was dangerous. Even with no evidence, he could twist fate. They called him a magician in court, the undefeated. prodigy.

“Tell your dad to get it together. He started this mess by storming at Tilda without checking facts, and now the whole family is scrambling to fix it while he hides in his study! If he doesn’t straighten up, I swear, he’ll regret it when I get home.”

Blair didn’t know what happened at the university that day.”

She didn’t know why Kyla was crying, and she didn’t really care.

Before the Jensons‘ reputation took another hit, she had to remove every threat.

Howard hesitated. He knew Blair needed the truth: They had misjudged Tilda again, and maybe it was too late to fix things.

“Mom, actually-”

Blair hung up before he could say more.

She had already spotted Andy, with his golden hair and green eyes.

It was hard to ignore.

He stood 6’2“, dressed all in black–a leather jacket, jeans, high–top boots.

The black made him sharper, more striking, like a blade through the crowd.

But what really made him unforgettable was his skin. Pale, almost ghostlike, unlike the healthy complexions around him.

His face looked like he carried some hidden sickness, his lips colorless.

That was why he wore lipstick–a bright slash against the pale skin.

Golden curls fell over his forehead, partly hiding eyes lined with red veins and dark circles.

He had blood–tinted lips, deathly pale skin, piercing green eyes, and a full black outfit.

He looked like a vampire lord, risen from a coffin after centuries of sleep.

People couldn’t help staring. The crowd instinctively parted. Phones lifted while cameras clicked, trying to capture the living phantom.

Some tried to hit on him, but they weren’t sure what to say.

Some braver ones asked if he was an international star.

Andy just shook his head and never said a word.

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