Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa's words sent shockwaves through the Lott family, all eyes turning to Tyrone in disbelief.

Could her boss be Tyrone?

As realization dawned that Quintessa's boss was none other than Tyrone, the phrase "easy to talk to" suddenly took on a whole new, terrifying meaning!

A chorus of bitter laugh filled their hearts, marking it as the coldest joke heard that evening.

Tyrone, with his hand on Quintessa's waist, gave her a gentle squeeze and said, "Quintessa is my talent at York Financial Group. Mr. Lott, whether you're looking for compensation or an apology, let's not make this hard on my people. Speak directly to me, let me hear it. Whatever your demands, feel free to voice them." NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Of course, he wouldn't agree to any of them.

Though Tyrone spoke those words, the threat behind them was unmistakable to anyone listening. Nathan felt utterly humiliated by Tyrone in front of so many people, making him seethe with rage internally.

Yet, he knew all too well that losing his temper now would only lead Tyrone to use his influence to inflict heavy losses on the Lott family later.

Swallowing his pride was a necessity. Nathan immediately adopted a contrite demeanor, lowering his status and offering a half-bow to Quintessa: "I'm sorry, truly, it was all a misunderstanding. On behalf of myself and the Lott family, I extend my apologies to Ms. Young. I hope you won't hold this against an old fool like me."

Though Nathan's words carried a hint of playing the age card, his apology sounded genuinely sincere, and his attitude was remarkably humble.

Quintessa hadn't expected Nathan to apologize and back down so readily. In that moment, her view of him shifted.

It seemed Nathan had no choice but

to yield under Tyrone's aggressive stance, resulting in a loss of face for the Lott family. Yet, Nathan's

decision to prioritize

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self-preservation-even at the cost

of his, which could make him subject to ridicule-was not something everyone could manage. Nathan was far more complex than he seemed.

Tyrone snorted inwardly, cursing Nathan for being willing to shed his dignity.

This forced him to significantly dial back his approach, forcing him to hold back his prepared tactics.

With Nathan already lowering himself so much, any further action on his part would only make the York family appear to be bullies.

Tyrone wasn't about to make such a mistake. With a thin smile, he decided to let it go for now, but inwardly vowed to make the Lott family's business suffer greatly the next day.

Tyrone's smile shifted subtly as he retorted sarcastically, "How can Mr. Lott be considered old when the young master is only five? You're clearly still in your prime. My congratulations, Mr. Lott, for having

a successor to carry on met

legacy."

The mention of a "successor" turned Jerome and Fiona's faces dark with anger, while snickers spread through the crowd.

Quintessa glanced at Jerome, "I

always thought the Lott family had

just one son. Little did I know there was another young one hidden.

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away it's not easy having children at an advanced age, is it? Why not bring him out for us all to see?"

Their tag-team mockery left Nathan flushed with awkwardness and humiliation, and through gritted teeth, he said, "Mr. York jokes. Today's incident was our fault. We will surely visit to offer a proper apology another day."

Tyrone raised an eyebrow, his tone arrogant, "No need for a formal apology visit. Just remember this, Mr. Lott: you're not yet in a position to touch anyone associated with me."