Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 346

Once Tyrone had seen his grandfather’s affairs through to the end, he knew it was time to deal with Brandon White.

As long as that man remained in the White family, Alicia would never be truly safe.

Tyrone understood Alicia well; she wasn’t the type to become hardened and cunning just to survive a nest of vipers. He didn’t want her to turn into someone with a thousand defenses and a heart of ice. All he wanted was for Alicia to simply be herself—not the timid girl who once let others walk all over her, but someone who could stand her ground.

Let her shine in what she was good at, keep her innocence and warmth. That was enough.

“Tyrone, are we going back to Seaview City?” Alicia wrapped her arms around him, her voice barely above a whisper.

He’d been running himself ragged these last few days, juggling the Lynch family’s affairs, handling endless business, and fending off greedy relatives. Alicia’s heart ached for him, but all she could do was hold him close.

“Tyrone, now that your grandfather’s gone, don’t you dare forget about us! You think all his money is yours now? What gives you the right to keep it to yourself?”

“That’s right, you have to share it!” chimed in another.

Just as Tyrone and Alicia were about to leave, the family descended again—relentless, vulture-like.

It was always in moments like these that people revealed their true colors. The masks fell away, and all that was left was naked greed.

The same relatives who used to flatter Tyrone, hoping for a share of Lynch Corporation’s profits, now spat venom with every word.

“Tyrone, you’re not even in charge of Lynch Corporation anymore!” his aunt snapped. “You really think you can spend all that money? You can’t take it with you to the grave. Stop being so selfish.”

It was as if Tyrone owed it to them, as though family meant he was obligated to hand over everything.

No good deed goes unpunished, Alicia thought bitterly.

She stepped in front of Tyrone, her expression fierce. “Really, Aunt? If you want so much money, why not rob a bank? What does Maddox Lynch’s estate have to do with you? Haven’t you made more than enough leeching off Lynch Corporation all these years?”

Easton was only nineteen, barely an adult, yet upon inheriting the company, his very first move was to purge the parasites.

He knew that as long as he was still seen as a naïve child, no one would blame him for being ruthless. Better to get rid of the useless hangers-on now, before they could become a real threat.

“What did you say?” The uncle was trembling, his face ashen.

Easton had thrown every freeloading relative out of Lynch Corporation.

That company had been their golden ticket—their entire livelihood.

Tyrone sat back with Alicia on the sofa, watching the panic spread across their faces. Those who had been so brazen and arrogant minutes before were now pale and shaking.

“Easton’s lost his mind! We’re his elders! How dare he throw us out of Lynch Corporation?” his aunt and uncle shrieked, the whole room dissolving into chaos.