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."
Quintessa looked up and offered Nathan a fleeting smile, "Goodbye, Mr. Lott."
Tyrone frowned as he thought there was no need for Quintessa to talk to the Lotts.
With one swift motion, Tyrone dragged Quintessa away.
He had arrived swiftly and departed just as quickly, swaggering with Quintessa in his arms, leaving the Lott family to face the mocking glances of the crowd.
Once Tyrone was gone, the others quickly dispersed as well.
Those who were somewhat acquainted with the Lott family bid farewell to Nathan before leaving, while some simply left without a word.
With everyone 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 your fault."
Fiona immediately stepped in front of Jerome, her patience worn thin, "How is this Jerome's fault? Stop taking your anger 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 or her 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, I'll make sure you regret it."
Jerome remained emotionless. He uttered only one sentence, "Dad, you're getting old. It's time to rest."
Outside the hotel, Reuben found 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, so there was an uncomfortable stand-off.
Unable to bear the awkward silence, Quintessa asked, "Why are you here?"
Tyrone sneered, "To catch in the act!"
Reuben immediately waved his hands in denial, "Mr. York, you've got it all wrong. Quinn and I-we..."
Before he could finish, Tyrone shot him a cold glance, silencing Reuben immediately.
Rubbing her temples. After dealing with the Young family, now she had to face Tyrone. Why did she feel that facing him was even more challenging than dealing with the entire Young family?
Quintessa didn't want to put Reuben in a difficult position, "Reuben, you head back first. Tell Violet I'm fine."
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