"Now, I'd like to propose a toast!" Hector raised his glass, swept his gaze over all the guests, and downed his drink.In response, everyone stood and raised their glass to toast in return.After some small talk, it was time for the gift-giving segment. "Mr. Harmon, here are some golden horses that I forged with my own hands. I wish you nothing but success in life!""Mr. Harmon, this crystal necklace once belonged to an ancient king. I hope you like it." "Mr. Harmon, this painting is an authentic masterpiece by Pikasso. It's truly a priceless treasure. That being said, I wish you the best of health and a lifetime full of smiles ahead!" One by one, the guests stepped up with their gifts in hand, offering their heartfelt birthday wishes. There were numerous rich and respected people among them, and this gift-giving segment was also a subtle display of comparison and competition. The one with the rarest and most expensive gift got to show off. They could display their power and
"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 arrival. 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. Picking 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 birthda
At that moment, Dylan suddenly shot up as he slammed the table. He bellowed, "Tyler Grant, don't think you can act as you please just because you have some talent. We're not easy targets!" "Who are you? Do you have the right to talk to me?" Tyler gave him a cold glance. "Hmph! Listen up!" Dylan straightened his chest and held his head up high. "My name is Dylan Harmon, I'm currently a high-ranking commander of the Dark Panther Cavalry. I've fought over a dozen wars and slain hundreds of men!""A mere commander is challenging me? Where did you get your courage? You're not even a deputy general," Tyler spoke indifferently."Even though I'm only a commander, Scarlet Spanner is my general! I don't believe you'd dare challenge the Goddess of War!" Dylan responded arrogantly. "Scarlet Spanner?" Tyler frowned slightly, finally betraying a hint of emotion. As Dragonmarsh's first Goddess of War, Scarlet had not only achieved incredible feats, she came from an influential background and
"What?" The crowd was shocked as they took in Dylan's seriously injured figure laying on the ground. Nobody expected Tyler to defeat a high-ranking commander of the Dark Panther Cavalry with just a finger. He was too powerful. The concerning thing was that Dylan had Scarlet backing him. When Tyler injured Dylan in public, it was akin to slapping Scarlet. The crowd wondered if he was just tyrannically arrogant or fearlessly confident. "How dare you injure one of us! Do you really think we are easy targets?" After recovering from the shock, the Harmons shot up in anger. They could no longer tolerate being bullied to such an extent. "Tyler Grant! I am a commander of the Dark Panther Cavalry. If you hurt me, Scarlet will never forgive you!" Dylan struggled to stand up, feeling shock and anger. Gifted with extraordinary talents and sharp perceptions since he was a child, he had trained into a divine-level martial artist at a young age. Armed with the abilities he was proud of, he ne
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
"Have you asked me for permission before taking her away?" Dustin stood in front of Tyler, blocking his path. He had a frosty expression as he stood unyielding. "Huh?" The guests were dumbfounded and in shock. They could not believe someone would dare to challenge Tyler. This person must've had nerves of steel. Zoey's eyes widened in surprise. "What's Dustin doing up front? Doesn't he value his life?" Even if they disregarded Tyler's background, the armed guards behind him were terrifying enough. Zeke sneered. "Hmph, he must have a death wish to challenge General Lionheart!" Tyler commanded the armed guards with an air of dominance. With just a single command, he could have Dustin shot into oblivion. "Fool! He thinks he can show off in front of Tyler just because he's friends with Patrick. What a joke." Gordon looked like he was looking at a corpse. While Patrick held a high social standing, he had no official position. He was absolutely incomparable to Tyler. "This is spelli
Seeing that Tyler was serious, Natasha and Patrick stood up and stopped him. "Tyler, speak and behave as you wish, but he is my friend. You better not act recklessly." Patrick stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Dustin, clearly taking his side. His actions shocked many. It finally dawned on them why Dustin acted without restraint—he had someone backing him. "Patrick, no one can stop me from killing my target, not even you." Tyler's expression remained cold, not showing any sign of yielding. A rich playboy was nothing in his eyes. "There's no reason to go that far. You should forgive sometimes." Patrick frowned slightly. Tyler spat out, "Get lost. My bullets don't discriminate." "You—" Patrick's expression darkened. Even though they were both sons of affluent families, he could never compare to Tyler in terms of status and authority. If Tyler decided to use force, he would be powerless to stop him. "Mr. Grant, why are you so angry? Can't things be discussed n
"Hahaha! Sir Moran is here! The Harmons are saved!""With Sir Moran present, I doubt Tyler would continue his reckless behavior!"Keith's appearance uplifted the Harmons' spirits, and they felt inexplicably happy, finally feeling at ease after their previous feelings of repression. So what if Tyler was General Lionheart? He was only a major general. Sir Moran, as a lieutenant general and the one who controlled the army, held greater authority than Tyler. Even a talented genius like Tyler had to show deference in the presence of Sir Moran. Trent flashed a wide smile. "Hector, I can't believe you actually got Sir Moran to come. That's amazing!""Trent, you got it all wrong. Sir Moran's appearance should have something to do with my son's identity," Jacob said proudly. Kate chimed in, "That makes sense. Dylan is a part of the Dark Panther Cavalry and is backed by the Goddess of War. With such a bright future, Sir Moran must have recognized his talent." Trent chuckled with realiza