Chapter 15

The next morning, the villa's door swung open. Tyler came out wearing a loose bathrobe with the collar slightly open. His muscular chest was revealed, along with collarbones, which bore unmistakable hickeys and scratches. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?" He lazily leaned against the doorframe, his eyes partially hidden beneath his tousled hair, exuding a carefree indifference. He saw the three men outside as nothing. The satisfaction on Tyler's face deeply pricked their eyes. Connor gritted his teeth and immediately swung a punch at Tyler's face. However, Tyler effortlessly caught his fist, as if it weighed nothing. "Is that all you've got?" Tyler's gaze darkened as he swiftly dislocated Connor's hand, showing no concern for its importance to Connor. Anthony quickly held Connor back and muttered, "Don't act impulsively." He then composed himself, forcing his tone to remain calm. "Mr. Vaughn, Emelie marrying you was just a moment of impulse. Please return her to us. Someone li