The atmosphere among the three was eerily tense, with others nearby starting to notice something


    amiss, quietly observing the scene.


    Alexander, ever the rational one despite the whirlwind of anger and questions churning inside him,


    managed to speak, his voice rough, "Sorry, I must''ve mistaken you for someone else. Let me properly


    introduce myself, my name is Alexander."


    He reached out to shake Quintessa''s hand, but before he could touch her, Tyrone suddenly stopped


    him.


    Tyrone wrapped an arm around Alexander''s shoulder, dragging him forward, "Come on, take me to see


    Serena. Since we''re here for hering-of-age celebration, we''ve got to bring a gift."


    Alexander, however, stopped in his tracks and said coldly, "Gifts can be given at any time. Right now,


    you and I need to have a talk."


    Tyrone nced sideways into Alexander''s cool eyes. Their gazes shed like lightning strikes.


    "Alright then." Tyrone turned his head and kissed Quintessa on the cheek, "Sweetheart, find


    somewhere to sit, and don''t wander off."


    This disy of affection irked Alexander immensely, causing him to clench his fists.


    Quintessa slowly pushed Tyrone''s hand away, sparing neither man a nce as she turned to leave.


    Used and angry? Not quite. After all, Quintessa had used Tyrone more times than he had used her;


    she didn''t have the right to be angry.


    It was just she was disgusted. Tyrone knew everything but pretended to know nothing in front of her.


    Deception and use, these two are not the same.


    Tyrone nced at Quintessa''s retreating figure, frowned, and then turned to leave with Alexander.


    The two men left the banquet hall and found an isted spot at the corner of the staircase, where no


    one was around.


    Alexander was the first to throw a punch. Despite hiswyerly appearance, he had trained with a well-


    known boxer in Serenitia. Fortunately for Tyrone, he was well-prepared and swiftly dodged Alexander''s


    attack.


    He dared to bring Quintessa over, knowing well what situation he


    would face. This confrontational


    inevitable, sooner orter, they had


    to fight.


    Tyrone took off his coat and loosened his tie, and unfastened his cuffs, "I''ve been wanting to fight you


    for a while now. Let''s do this."


    Alexander threw another fast punch, grazing past Tyrone''s ear, and gritted his teeth, "You lied to me."


    "Yeah, I did," Tyrone admitted without a hint of guilt.


    "Why?"


    While dodging and countering, Tyrone said, "It''s obvious, isn''t it? Why would I willingly create a rival in


    love for myself?"


    "Didn''t you think I would find out sooner orter?"


    "Exactly, you would. So, I decided to unravel the truth myself. I wanted you to see that Quintessa is


    mine."


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    "You''ve known Quintessa for a long


    time, you knew she was the one I


    was looking for, yet you kept it from


    me. If you hid it, why not keep it


    el


    hidden? Why bring her into the open е


    now? Alexander''s anger was


    indistinct, unable to discern Pit was


    because of his best friend''s


    concealment or Quintessa''s


    unrecognition.


    He had searched for so long, and now, the person he loved was right in front of him, yet he felt like he


    had be a joke.


    Their evenly matched brawl left them both gasping for air, neither gaining the upper hand.


    Exhausted, Tyrone leaned back, his


    chin up in


    defiance, "I''ve calcted


    it, today is an auspicious


    brought my woman for days


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