The Pink Panther Returns

Tyler emerged from the water with clothes drenched and dripping. His well-defined muscles rippled under the wet fabric, that would ordinarily be a treat for any woman. However, there was no audience for this spectacle.

Tyler had swum across the river to the other side of Emperor's Cove. He had landed at one of the other two luxurious estates in the Crest tier of Sterling Hill.

Sterling Hill had three tiers of living spaces. The Foothills was the lowest, with standard apartments and houses. The Midlands had villas and mansions. The Andersons' estate was situated there.

Finally, the Crest tier was the most premium and expensive level, with only three estates, one of which was owned by Tyler—Emperor's Cove.

The second estate belonged to the royal Petra family, where he stood right now.

Rustle! Rustle! Something rushed towards him at a frightening speed in the grass—a large wild animal, based on the tremors and growls. Tyler stood his ground because he knew what it was.