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."

Nathan a

thought there was no need for Quintessa to talk

one swift motion, Tyrone dragged Quintessa

swaggering with Quintessa in his arms,

was gone, the others quickly

somewhat acquainted with the Lott family bid farewell

fury toward Tyrone directed at Jerome. Pointing at Jerome's nose,

stepped in

et

think about bringing your mistress

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

himself incredibly awkward. His car and Tyrone's car were parked side by side. He wanted Quintessa to get into his car, but he was hesitant due to Tyrone's presence,

bear the awkward silence, Quintessa

catch in

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