A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 Protective Of His Son

 

Tyrion’s eyes lit up when he heard Jared’s name, and he instantly followed Sandy’s gaze.

 

 

Jared stopped in his tracks and gave her a frosty look.

 

Still linking arms with Tyrion, Sandy walked toward him.

 

“Hey, Jared. I didn’t expect to see you here. My, I almost forgot that you’re a millionaire now!” she remarked, casting him a teasing look. “Allow me to make the introductions. This is Mr. Whitaker. He’s from the Whitaker family in Summerbank.”

 

 

 

Sandy intentionally emphasized the word “Summerbank” as though she was afraid Jared would miss out on that.

 

 

“You’re Jared Chance? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Tyrion extended his arm for a handshake, but his gaze carried a hint of hostility.

 

Jared had no idea who Tyrion was, so he was baffled by the latter’s animosity. Is it because of Sandy?

 

 

 

Nonetheless, he shook Tyrion’s hand in return.

 

Just as he was about to pull his hand away after the handshake, Tyrion clutched his hand and refused to let him go.

 

 

 

Then, Tyrion started wrenching Jared’s hand forcefully.

 

The whole time, a smirk played on his lips. He had trained in the military for years, making him different from ordinary scions. His capabilities were not to be underestimated.

 

Narrowing his eyes, Jared started gathering spiritual energy from within him. Seconds later, he exerted a terrifying force on Tyrion’s hand.

 

“D*mn it! No wonder Leyton is afraid of this dude.” Tyrion gritted his teeth and mumbled under his breath while staring at his pale hand.

 

“Are you okay, Mr. Whitaker?” Sandy voiced her concern while gently massaging his palm. “Jared used to be a dimwit who knew nothing about martial arts, but after spending three years in jail, he seemed to have transformed into a powerful martial artist!”

 

What exactly happened to Jared when he was jailed for three years?

 

“He must have been beaten up by the other inmates frequently. Otherwise, he couldn’t have become so strong. Anyway, no matter how good he is at martial arts, he won’t live for long,” he declared, his eyes gleaming with spite.

 

“What do you mean by that?” Sandy asked.

 

She was unaware of the discussion Leyton had with Tyrion last night.

 

Tyrion gave her a cold stare. “Don’t ask unnecessary questions.”

 

“Sorry, Mr. Whitaker!” His warning gave her a nervous start, and she quickly apologized to him.