In a flash, Quintessa's mind went back to three years ago, the day she was caught red-handed by Rachel. Surrounded by police and journalists, it was a moment of sheer embarrassment. She had to brazen it out, using shamelessness as her weapon, and fought her way through.
Quintessa knew that without Tyrone's cooperation that day, she wouldn't have been able to navigate through that ordeal safely. Her entanglement with this man had been going on for so many years.
Quintessa watched as Tyrone advanced step by step; his gaze wasn't on her but fixed sharply on Nathan, so piercing it forcefully subdued Nathan's experienced demeanor.
When it came to arrogance, no one could outdo Tyrone. He had the power to crush everything in his path.
Nathan and Jerome's expressions changed instantly at the sight of Tyrone, especially Jerome, who looked at Quintessa with a complex expression.
Lost in thought, Quintessa was suddenly pulled into a warm and solid embrace. She lifted her head and saw Tyrone's beautifully sculpted jawline. His eyes were cold, his thin lips curved into a chilling smile. Reuben was slightly pushed aside and wobbled before regaining his balance. He scratched his head and decided to stand aside.
Nathan immediately understood the situation. No wonder Quintessa dared to act so confidently; it turned out she had Tyrone backing her up. She was Tyrone's woman.
Nathan secretly regretted his earlier folly. The Lott family, though reputable in Emberbrook, they couldn't compare to the York family.
Nathan's face immediately turned into a smile of benevolence and friendliness. "I didn't expect my dear nephew to grace us with his presence. What a pleasant surprise."
Nathan, adept at social niceties, immediately forced Tyrone's intention into attending the Lott family's party, calling him "dear nephew" to subtly remind Tyrone of their respective positions: Nathan being the elder and Tyrone the junior. The Lott family were trying to lower their stance, hoping Tyrone would take the hint and not embarrass them further.
Normally, people would think of the future business dealings between the two families, and let bygones be bygones. But Tyrone wasn't one to play by the rules.
He blatantly crushed the olive branch Nathan extended. "Mr. Lott seemed quite bold just now. Dare to lay a hand on my people?"
By addressing Nathan as "Mr. Lott," Tyrone made it clear he wasn't interested in any pretense of closeness.
Whispers filled the room, and Nathan broke into a cold sweat. Everyone knew of Tyrone's arrogance and audacity, but today Nathan truly realized the extent of it. Jerome couldn't bear to see his father in distress and said, "Mr. York, it's all a misunderstanding. My father didn't mean to make things difficult for Ms. Young." Jerome originally intended to say "Quinn" but, meeting Tyrone's cold and penetrating gaze, he changed it to "Ms. Young."
Nathan quickly added, "Yes, yes, a misunderstanding. It's a minor disagreement among the youth. It was my misunderstanding regarding Ms. Young."
Quintessa, tightly held by Tyrone, felt almost breathless.
With a smile, she said, "How can it be a misunderstanding? Mr. Lott just mentioned making our agency issue a public apology to the Lott family. Now that my boss is here, Mr. Lott, feel free to state any terms you have. My boss is very easy to talk to."
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