Alexander couldn't be as reckless as Tyrone; after all, it was his sister's coming-of-age party, a once-in-a-lifetime event. He couldn't let it be ruined.

With a forceful glance at Tyrone, Alexander snapped, "We'll settle this later."

Tyrone leisurely adjusted his clothes, "Feel free to come. Brothers settle scores openly. When it comes to women, clarity is key."

Even if Alexander didn't come to him, Tyrone would have to seek him out to explain. They had to clear up the mess between them. Otherwise, this issue would never be resolved. Alexander gritted his teeth, "I'm not going to just hand her over to you."

He left without another word.

Tyrone put on his coat, adjusted his tie, and smirked, "Then let's see if you can take her."

Tyrone tidied up his clothes and returned to the banquet. Looking around, he didn't see Quintessa, but he spotted his mother. He went over to her. "Mom."

Mrs. York was surrounded by a group of society ladies. When she saw him, she immediately pulled him aside, "Where have you been? And why did you bring that little vixen here?" "She's my woman. Of course, I'd bring her. Where is she?"

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