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."

offered Nathan a fleeting

frowned as he thought there was no need for

swift motion, Tyrone

had arrived swiftly and departed just as quickly, swaggering with Quintessa in his arms, leaving the Lott family to face the mocking glances

was gone, the others quickly dispersed

the Lott family bid farewell to Nathan before leaving, while some

gone, Nathan's suppressed fury toward Tyrone directed at Jerome. Pointing at Jerome's nose, he unleashed a tirade, "You worthless fool, everything is all

stepped in

et

out 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

uttered only one sentence, "Dad, you're getting old. It's

His car and Tyrone's car were parked side by side. He wanted Quintessa to get into his car, but

silence, Quintessa

sneered, "To catch in

hands in denial, "Mr. York,