"What's going on?"
The crowd glanced at each other and broke out in
whispers at the sight of the wedding carriage being brought in. Wasn't it
Hector's 50th
birthday? It seemed like Tyler was deliberately stirring up trouble.
"Tyler, what's the meaning of this?" Hector's smile gradually disappeared
. He didn't expect Tyler to cut straight to the chase right after his arr
ival. He was truly relentless.
"In accordance with our marriage contract, I'm picking up my bride
today," Tyler stated calmly. "Marriage contract? Bride?"
"It can't be. Tyler and Natasha are engaged?"
"They're both talented and good–looking,
so it's not surprising for them to be betrothed. However, this manner of
retrieving the bride seems rather abrupt."
The crowd was buzzing in surprise, confusion, jealousy, and curiosity. Pi
cking up the bride at a birthday party was an unprecedented move.
Hector stayed calm and composed. "Tyler, we'll discuss the details of the
marriage agreement later on. It's my birthday celebration today, so I wo
uld appreciate a little consideration."
"That won't do, and nobody can change my mind." Tyler refused immediately
without hesitation. " Since I've come today, I must take her away. Natas
ha, please get on."
As soon as he said that, the crowd was in an uproar. Nobody had anticipat
ed Tyler to be that domineering. He was not only inconsiderate, he was al
so kidnapping the bride. This hardly resembled a conventional bride pick–
up; it was a forced marriage!
"Aren't you going too far, Tyler?" Hector's expression turned cold.
"Marriage has always been a matter of mutual consent. Aren't you afraid o
f public ridicule by resorting to force?"
"I have always acted without concern for others' opinions. Today, whether
through invitation or coercion, I will marry her!" Tyler raised his voic
e.
"What if my daughter won't get married?" Hector frowned slightly.
"She won't get married?" Tyler's lips twitched, and he snapped his finger
s. Very soon, a large, black coffin was carried in by eight people. With
a loud thud, they placed it down so that it was in line with the carriage
and also pointed at Hector. Tyler stood in the middle, the coffin on his
left. and the
carriage on his right. The difference in colors was striking.
"These are my presents." With an expressionless face, he declared, "You h
ave two choices. Either
Natasha gets on the carriage, or you're going to lay down in this coffin
on your own."
"The audacity!"
"How dare you!"
"Tyler Grant, you're crossing the line!"
The Harmons protested in righteous indignation at the sight. Gifting a co
ffin at a birthday party
was a blatant insult and provocation.
"Damn it! He's too much! He's totally disrespecting the Harmons!"
"Though he may be domineering, he undeniably can afford to act that way.
It seems like trouble is looming for the Harmons!"
Although
many were upset with his behavior, nobody dared to voice it out openly. T
hat was because no one dared to make an enemy out of the Grants.
"Tyler, are you truly intending to have a fall out with us Harmons in the
presence of all my esteemed guests?" Hector frowned.
"I told you. You have two choices. Either Natasha marries me, or you die.
" Tyler stood with his hands behind his back, a look of arrogance on his
face, showing complete disregard for the crowd. "What insolence!"