Tyler stomped on the ground heavily, causing a violent surge of energy to strike Dylan Dylan staggered backward from the impact, spitting out another mouthful of blood. “You” He gritted his teeth, not daring to utter another sound. He knew he had been completely defeated
“Tyler, you are too much!” Jacob erupted in fury at the sight of his son injured once again “Cut the crap! Make a choice–The carriage or the coffin?” With his hands behind his back, Tyler gave off an imposing air.
“Tyler Grant! Do you think you can suppress the entire Harmon family alone? You’re absolutely crazy!” Jacob retorted angrily.
“Who said I’m alone?” Tyler raised his hand and snapped his fingers. “Come in.” On his orders, the sound of synchronized marching could be heard by the door. As they approached, the noise grew louder. Even the liquids on the table rippled slightly.
To everyone’s astonishment, following the sound was a group of black–clad, masked, and fully armed guards striding in with confidence. The guards were tall and muscular with sharp gazes and carried a strong presence. They looked like they had gone through numerous bloodshed, a clear indication of them being seasoned fighters. Their presence subdued the crowd, and the number of dark barrels especially left them feeling terrified.
“Huh?” The Harmons‘ expression shifted at the sight. Nobody expected Tyler to deploy a group of armed guards as backup on the day to pick up his bride. It was a terrifying sight to behold!
“Whoever is unhappy can step forward.” Tyler scanned his surroundings, looking at the crowd in arrogance and contempt. Anyone that met his gaze dropped their heads unwittingly. Who would dare step out when the armed guards have appeared? They would be seeking their own demise.
Hector frowned slightly, upset. The thing he feared the most had happened at last.
“This guy is truly outrageous!” Jacob and the rest of the Harmons gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do. Today seemed like the day the Harmons would face their greatest calamity.
“Oh my God, that’s how General Lionheart is? He’s too much for deploying the armed guards for a small disagreement.”
“Looking at the current situation, it seems like the Harmons are in for a rough time today.”
“Either submit or be suppressed. I wonder what the Harmons would choose.*
The guests whispered and discussed among themselves. They truly hadn’t anticipated a birthday celebration to turn into a forced marriage scene.
“Natasha Harmon, nobody can help you today. You are destined to be my woman. Let’s go.” Tyler walked up, his gaze threatening. When he moved, the armed guards followed. His menacing demeanor made the Harmons turn pale as they trembled in fear.
Just when everyone thought Natasha would be taken by force, a tall figure blocked Tyler’s path, standing right before him with a cutting gaze.
“Have you asked me before taking her away?”
