Emily's POV
“Stop this rubbish, Emily!”
Brad stormed into the hall, his hair tousled, his face red with fury. I could see the veins in his neck standing out, and for a moment, I thought he might tear the place apart.
“You b***h! You think you can just get married like that and I’ll let you?” he shouted, storming toward me.
I instinctively took a step back, but before he could reach me, Tyler stepped in front of me, his hands in his pockets like he was completely unbothered.
Then, almost on cue, three other men appeared, forming a barrier in front of Tyler. “Don’t come any closer, Sir. You have no right to touch our boss,” one of them said firmly.
Brad sneered. “Oh, really? Well I have no business with your f*****g boss!” he yelled. “I want to speak to my w
