Lucy stepped forward, glared fiercely at Severin, and said, "We couldn't get married because you went to prison. Am I to blame for that? Why should I return the money?" Folding her arms, she added proudly, "Living in poverty must have driven you crazy. You're asking for money because you're broke after prison, right? I wasted three years of my youth in our three-year relationship, and that forty thousand is compensation for that lost time. A little over ten thousand a year isn't much, is it?"

Severin, taken aback by her righteous indignation, glared at her. "So your youth is all that matters? What about mine?" he asked, walking slowly toward her. "I bought you whatever you wanted. Haven't I been good to you? I'm at your beck and call, I listen to everything you say, and I treated you well. What about you? What have you done for me? I even went to prison for you. Doesn't my youth matter?"

His anger peaking, Severin stopped, and with a furious swipe, shattered a nearby chair. Pieces scattered across the floor.

The onlookers were startled, and a commotion erupted. Lucy trembled with fear. Her family had harassed Severin's parents only because he was imprisoned; they assumed he wouldn't retaliate upon his release. They had no intention of returning the money.

Gritting her teeth, Lucy looked up and spat, "You gambled away money and sold me to Easton for seven thousand! What do you say to that, you scum? Is that all I'm worth to you?"

Severin looked at her bitterly. "Didn't I explain I was set up? You forgave me and said you'd wait! Easton set me up! If you didn't want to wait, I'd have accepted it. But why did you join forces with that bastard to harass my parents? I don't care what happens to me, but I won't let anyone bully them!"

Easton, concerned about his reputation among wealthy businessmen, immediately pointed at Severin. "You can't make accusations without evidence! Who gave you the right to slander me?"

"Don't point at me," Severin snapped.

Easton grinned coldly, continuing to point. "Oh, I will. What are you going to do? Bite me?"

Severin strode forward, grabbed Easton's index finger, twisted it, and ripped it off. Easton screamed in agony. Lucy rushed to his side. "How are you? Are you alright?"

"Alright?! I just had my finger ripped off!" Easton gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He turned to Trevor. "I want him dead! Make sure he doesn't leave this hotel alive!"

"I'll kill you, kid!" Trevor yelled, his bloodshot eyes blazing. He hadn't expected Severin's audacity, but with his bodyguards en route, he planned to ensure Severin's death.

Severin ignored Trevor, focusing on Lucy. "We didn't marry, so return the dowry. You sold the house I bought for three hundred thousand to Easton for one hundred and fifty thousand—my parents' life savings. Pay the original price plus the hundred and fifty thousand!"

Quinn and Timothy, stunned, lowered their heads.

Helga scoffed. "Demanding money after injuring Easton? You're crazy! You won't live long enough to spend it! Just rob a bank!" She wouldn't return the nearly two hundred thousand they'd received. The Orwells, through their Loughs connection, had acquired a car, house, substantial savings, and a small company.

Severin sneered. "That money's insignificant. But it's my parents' money. Don't return it, but I want a finger from each of you—you, your husband, and your daughter"

Helga's face paled.

"He's crazy!" Lucy shouted.

"Ten," Severin began his countdown, stepping closer with each number.

Landon, remembering the Loughs' influence, threatened, "Think this through. You'll offend the Loughs! Aren't you afraid you'll be killed?"

Severin continued counting down. By "three," he was a meter from the Orwells.

"Fine! I'll return it! It's less than two hundred thousand!" Helga, seeing Severin's relentless approach, conceded.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed. Nearly a hundred men in suits, wielding machetes, rushed in, surrounding the hall entrance. A balding man barked, "Sir, who caused trouble? Point him out!"

Everyone recoiled, leaving Severin standing calmly.

Trevor stepped forward, pointing at Severin. "Hack him to death!"

Four men raised their machetes.

Then, a woman yelled, "How dare you lay a hand on my man!"

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