Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Nathan, despite his accustomed composure, suddenly found himself at a loss for words. He had weathered many storms in his life, accustomed to others addressing him with deference as "Mr. Lott." He had countless admirers, all eager to please him.

He had led a relatively charmed life, but he hadn't anticipated encountering Tyrone, this audacious young man who defied all logic, publicly humiliating him over a woman. Despite boiling with rage and wanting to tear Tyrone a new one, Nathan knew he was outmatched. Even with his reputation dragged through the mud, he had no choice but to bite his tongue.

Tyrone scanned the crowd, his tone icy, "Whoever dares to mess with Quintessa in the future, better think twice. You won't stand a chance against me."

Seizing the moment, Tyrone made it clear that Quintessa was his woman.

Whatever schemes they had in mind, whether it was pursuing her or plotting against her, they needed to consider whether they had the ability to challenge him.

Quintessa's heart trembled slightly. Whatever the reason, Tyrone's willingness to openly confront both her and the Lott family. While he was arrogant, it marked the first time someone had defended her like this Apart from Tyrone, no one else had ever stood up for her like this, taking her side when she faced trouble.

Suddenly feeling a pinch at her waist, Quintessa was snapped back to reality by Tyrone's gruff voice, "Stop daydreaming. Let's go."

looked up and offered Nathan a fleeting smile, "Goodbye,

he thought there was no

motion,

in his arms, leaving the

Tyrone was gone, the others quickly

family bid farewell to Nathan before leaving, while some

suppressed fury toward Tyrone directed at Jerome. Pointing at Jerome's nose, he unleashed a tirade, "You worthless

immediately stepped

et

on him and looking for excuses to bring your illegitimate child into the Lott family. As long as I'm alive, don't you even think about bringing your mistress orcher brat into the Lott family. You have no shame, don't expect me to cover for you. The company belongs to my son, and if you dare scheme anything,

only one sentence, "Dad,

hotel, Reuben found himself incredibly awkward. His car and Tyrone's car were parked side by side. He wanted Quintessa to get

bear the awkward silence, Quintessa asked, "Why are

sneered, "To catch in

his hands in denial, "Mr. York, you've