035.. Tyler, my gardener is a billionaire

BECKY’S POV

Tyleratte Brooke. The name kept ringing in my head as I drove home. I couldn’t piece all the clues together to give me a meaningful picture. First, my dad's PA, with my dad's favorite car, and now, Tyler is a billionaire. Not just a billionaire, the top youngest billionaire in the country.

I got home late in the night due to the traffic only to meet Tyler at home in his normal, usual state. He was wearing the sleeveless shirt he wore when I left for work in the morning. His hair didn’t look so sleek like what I saw earlier today.

I opened the door and stood at the doorway, staring at me with confusion written all over my face. He was addressing one of the maids so he didn’t notice my presence until the maid in question greeted me.

“Good evening. Welcome back ma’am”

“Out! Get out!”

Both Tyler and the maid looked at me with confusion in their eyes. I don’t really care; I was confused and I needed some answers, a lot of answers and I was ready to get it politely or by brute f