Chapter 565

"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!"