CHAPTER FOUR

As Mace Sinclair attempted to leave the hall, the swarm of reporters descended upon him like a relentless tide. Microphones were thrust in his direction, and cameras flashed as journalists fired question after question, eager for a statement or an exclusive interview.

Mace found himself caught in the chaotic whirlwind of the media frenzy, but he was determined to navigate through it. Amidst the barrage of inquiries, his hands sought Seraphina, pulling her closer to him in an effort to shield her from the relentless press.

He couldn't help but wonder where his security detail was at a moment like this. They were supposed to have a protective ring around him, ensuring that he could move through such situations smoothly. But as the questions and cameras continued to assail him, Mace began to grow increasingly aware of their absence.

Finally, as he neared the exit of the hall, one of his security men appeared, brushing aside the persistent reporters with ease. The security guard approached Mace, his expression grave.

"There's a problem, sir," he said in a low, urgent tone.

Mace's senses sharpened as he focused on his security guard's words. He knew that any issue brought to his attention by his team was serious, and he couldn't afford to ignore it. With a final glance back at the chaotic scene he was leaving behind, Mace followed his security as they made their way out of the hall.

The event that had started with grand speeches and media attention was now marred by uncertainty and tension. Mace Sinclair, always in control, had a knack for navigating the complexities of the business world, but when unexpected problems arose, he knew that he had to be prepared to face them head-on.

As Mace Sinclair stepped outside of the convention hall, he was met with an unexpected scene unfolding before him. One of his security personnel was engaged in a heated argument with none other than Nysaa Everhart, the persistent troublemaker known for her sharp tongue and relentless insults.

The security guard, trying to assert control, pointed a finger at Nysaa as he spoke with a raised voice.

"Ma'am, you can't just sit on the hood of Mr. Sinclair's car. I'll have to ask you to leave immediately."

Nysaa, perched defiantly on the hood of her car, had no intention of complying. She met the security guard's demand with a mocking smile and a quip that was characteristic of her fiery personality.

"Oh, I see. You're here to protect Mr. Sinclair's car now, are you? Must be a tough job guarding all that metal and paint."

The security guard's frustration was evident as he tried to regain control of the situation.

"Ma'am, this is private property, and you're causing a disturbance. I'll have to insist that you leave right away."

Just then, Mace Sinclair, the heartless and imposing businessman, stepped into the scene. His mere presence seemed to cast a chilling aura as he approached Nysaa. He expected that his reputation alone would be enough to intimidate her into compliance.

But Nysaa, ever the provocateur, remained unflinching. She met Mace's cold gaze with a defiance that matched his own, and her words carried a sting.

"Well, well, Mr. Sinclair, you've certainly brought out your enforcer. Is this your way of dealing with those who dare to challenge you?"

Mace didn't waste words. He knew how to maintain control, even in the face of someone as audacious as Nysaa. His tone remained cold and unwavering as he responded,

"Ma'am, this is private property, and you're causing a disturbance. I suggest you leave now."

Nysaa's response was swift and laced with sarcasm.

"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Sinclair. I have no intention of sticking around for your charming company. I just thought I'd give your security a taste of what it's like to deal with someone who doesn't bend to your will."

The standoff continued, with Mace and Nysaa locked in a battle of wills and words. Each remained resolute, neither willing to back down. It was a clash of personalities and egos, and the outcome remained uncertain as the two formidable forces faced off in the parking lot of the convention center.

Nysaa hopped off the Jeep with a sense of determination, her fiery personality unyielding as she walked up to Mace Sinclair. Despite his imposing presence, she didn't back down. His body loomed over hers, but she met his gaze with defiance.

Mace's cold and calculating eyes bore into her as he questioned her, his voice tinged with irritation. "Who are you?"

With a mocking smile, Nysaa replied,

"Oh, Mr. Sinclair, you don't remember me? I'm hurt. But then again, I'm not surprised. I'm just another insignificant little person in your grand world."

Mace's eyes narrowed as he took in her insolent response. He wasn't accustomed to anyone speaking to him in such a manner, especially not in public. But Nysaa was undeterred. She continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she confronted him about buying her house without her knowledge.

"Did you think you could just waltz in and buy my property without me knowing? That's quite the audacity you've got there, Mr. Sinclair. Or maybe you just assumed that people like me don't matter to people like you."

Mace remained rude and unapologetically cold, refusing to let her get under his skin. He attempted to make her look foolish, his responses calculated to assert his dominance.

"Ma'am, property transactions are quite common. Perhaps you should acquaint yourself with the real world."

Nysaa couldn't help but laugh at his dismissive attitude.

"Oh, trust me, Mr. Sinclair, I'm well-acquainted with the real world. But I also know that people like you love to play puppeteer and pull the strings behind the scenes."

Their argument grew heated, the exchange of insults and sarcastic remarks becoming a battle of wits. Nysaa was determined to stand her ground and challenge Mace at every turn, refusing to let him intimidate her. She fired back with her own biting humor and sharp retorts, determined to make it clear that she wouldn't be pushed around by a billionaire businessman.

The heated argument between Nysaa and Mace Sinclair escalated with every exchange of words. Nysaa, with her sharp tongue and biting insults, seemed relentless in her determination to provoke the billionaire businessman. She had no intention of backing down, and her words grew increasingly malicious.

Nysaa sneered at Mace, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You know, Mr. Sinclair, you're almost as charming as a rabid dog. Have you always been this unpleasant, or did it take years of practice?"

Mace's response was ice-cold, a calculated attempt to make Nysaa feel foolish.

"Miss Everhart, you seem to have a talent for inserting yourself where you don't belong. Perhaps you should consider finding a more productive hobby."

At a certain point, Mace decided to make a statement that he believed would put Nysaa in her place. His voice remained icy as he spoke. "You're wasting your time, Miss Everhart. This property is legally mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Nysaa's temper flared at his condescending remark. She had reached her breaking point. With the rod still in her hand, she saw red. Without a second thought, she unleashed her anger on Mace's Jeep, her blows shattering the windows and denting the hood of the car.

Glass shattered, and the sound of metal striking metal echoed through the parking lot. Passersby watched in shock as Nysaa vented her frustration on the expensive vehicle. It was a chaotic and destructive moment, a manifestation of the clash between two stubborn and relentless personalities.

The sound of shattering glass and the violent blows against Mace's Jeep drew the attention of passersby and onlookers who had gathered outside the convention center. A growing crowd formed around the chaotic scene, their curiosity piqued by the destruction unfolding before them.

Reporters who had been covering the event began to snap photos and record videos, capturing Nysaa's outburst. Questions flew from the press as they tried to make sense of the situation. The cacophony of voices and camera flashes only added to the drama.

Seraphina, Mace's niece, couldn't resist the allure of the moment. She pulled out her phone and began recording the spectacle. Her young, rebellious spirit found humor in the situation, and she couldn't resist adding her own snarky commentary, clearly targeted at her uncle.

"Uncle Mace, this is some top-notch entertainment," Seraphina quipped as she captured the destruction of the Jeep on her phone.

"You should consider charging admission for this show."

The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement, unsure of what to make of the fiery woman taking her anger out on a billionaire's car. It was a surreal and unexpected turn of events that left them captivated by the spectacle.

Nysaa, undeterred by the attention and the growing crowd, continued to unleash her frustration on the Jeep. With every blow, her anger found an outlet, and the chaos she created only seemed to fuel her determination.

The clash between Nysaa and Mace Sinclair had now become a public affair, and the consequences of their confrontation were far from over. The destruction of the Jeep would serve as a lasting symbol of the tumultuous connection between two individuals who refused to yield to each other.

As the realization of the growing crowd of onlookers dawned on Nysaa, she gradually managed to calm herself. Her initial burst of anger had served its purpose—she'd sent a clear message to Mace Sinclair. She glanced at the wreckage she'd caused, a sardonic smile touching her lips. At least she had made a point.

Mace Sinclair remained cold and unrelenting, a stoic figure amidst the chaos she had created. He finally spoke, his voice a sharp contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded.

"Are you done?"

Nysaa turned her attention back to Mace, her eyes filled with a sense of accomplishment. She was determined not to let his icy demeanor faze her.

"For now, yes," she replied with a hint of pride.

"I think I've made my point."

Just as the confrontation seemed to reach an uneasy standstill, the situation took a sudden turn. The flashing lights of police cars approached, sirens blaring, and uniformed officers arrived at the scene.

Mace Sinclair, always in control, didn't miss a beat. He turned his cold gaze from Nysaa to the approaching police officers. With a calculated move, he addressed the cops in a tone that left no room for leniency.

"Arrest her," he commanded, his voice laced with authority as he pointed to Nysaa.

"Destruction of property, public disturbance, and disorderly conduct. I want her in custody."

The police officers, following orders, stepped forward to apprehend Nysaa, who struggled against their hold as she attempted to defend herself. Her spirited defiance continued, but the law had its own way of dealing with such situations.

The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of fascination and unease as Nysaa Everhart, the fiery troublemaker, was led away in the custody of the police. The consequences of her fiery clash with Mace Sinclair were only just beginning to unfold, and the next chapter in their tumultuous relationship would be marked by the legal system's intervention.

As the police officers led Nysaa away from the chaotic scene she had created, the crowd of onlookers began to disperse. People returned to their various activities, and reporters attempted to approach Mace Sinclair to get his comments on the wreckage of his car. However, his vigilant bodyguards formed a protective barrier around him and his niece, Seraphina, ensuring they were safely led back into the convention center.

One of the bodyguards approached Mace and delivered some unwelcome news.

"Mr. Sinclair, there's a new car coming to pick you up," he informed his employer.

Mace's response was characteristically cold and laced with sarcasm.

"A new car? Well, that's just fantastic. It's not every day you get to witness a five-foot-nothing individual wreak havoc on your vehicle right under your watchful eye."

Seraphina, always eager to challenge her uncle, couldn't resist adding her two cents.

"Yeah, Uncle Mace, you and your guards really sprang into action there, didn't you?"

Mace, undeterred by their comments, turned to Seraphina and fired a cold statement that made her feel rather foolish.

"It's not our job to wrestle with a woman causing a scene, Seraphina. We handle more important matters."

Seraphina, silenced by her uncle's sharp retort, knew better than to push the issue further. It was clear that Mace Sinclair's priorities were firmly set, and his icy demeanor remained unshaken.

The scene outside the convention center had left its mark on everyone who had witnessed it, and the consequences of that clash were far from over. Mace, with his unwavering demeanor, and Seraphina, with her rebellious spirit, were about to embark on a tumultuous journey that would test the limits of their personalities and challenge the very core of their beliefs.

The car that arrived for Mace and Seraphina was a sleek, black luxury sedan, exuding an air of sophistication and power. Its polished exterior gleamed in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the wreckage of Mace's Jeep. The interior was equally impressive, with plush leather seats and all the modern amenities one would expect from a high-end vehicle.

Mace and Seraphina entered the car, each taking their seats in silence. In the confined space, Mace's demeanor remained as cold and unyielding as ever. He knew exactly what he intended to do next, and he wasted no time.

Pulling out his phone, Mace dialed Jonathan's number, his mind focused on the task at hand. As soon as Jonathan answered, Mace's voice was devoid of warmth or sympathy.

"Jonathan," he began,

"I want you to get workers to immediately demolish the house I just acquired."

Jonathan, taken aback by the request, tried to plead with Mace, his tone filled with concern.

"Mr. Sinclair, I understand that you've purchased the property, but is demolition really necessary? Can't we explore other options?"

Mace's response was swift and ruthless. "Jonathan, I make the decisions, and I don't need your input on this matter. Demolish the house, and do it quickly."

Jonathan, still reluctant to comply, continued to plead on behalf of the occupant, Nysaa.

"But sir, there's a woman living there. It's her home, and she might not have anywhere else to go. Can't we give her some time to find a new place?"

Mace's retort was merciless, making Jonathan feel foolish for his appeals.

"Jonathan, I don't care about her or her circumstances. The property is mine now, and I'll do with it as I please. If you value your position, you'll ensure that the demolition proceeds without delay."

"This woman has already crossed the line once today, and I won't tolerate any further challenges to my authority." He continued.

Their conversation ended, leaving Jonathan with no choice but to carry out Mace's cold and ruthless command. As the car continued on its journey to their residence, the tension in the confined space was palpable.

The clash between Nysaa Everhart and Mace Sinclair had set a series of events in motion that would challenge their beliefs, their principles, and their very understanding of themselves.