Chapter: 886

"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 of 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 voice.

"What if my daughter won’t get married?" Hector frowned slightly.

"She won’t get married?" Tyler’s lips twitched, and he snapped his fingers. 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 have 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 coffin 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. That 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!"

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.