Chapter 113

“Will do,” Jordan shouted at the group. “Why aren’t you leaving yet?”

Carrie’s expression shifted. “Mr. Andrew Potter, your family sent the invitation. We’ve just arrived. Why are you asking us to leave? Is this how you treat your guests?”

Debra thought the girl remarkably blunt. No one dared be so bold with Andrew.

“Would you like to experience the Potter family’s hospitality?” Andrew raised his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. A faint smile played on his lips, yet his words sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Several black-clad bodyguards immediately stepped forward, seizing the people and forcibly removing them. Carrie’s high heels clattered to the floor as she struggled. “Let go! What are you doing? Let go!”

The hall quickly fell silent, as if the commotion had never happened.

“Sorry for the disturbance,” Andrew said, his gentleness restored.

Debra couldn’t help but assess Andrew. In her past life, she hadn't interacted with him much, but seeing him now, she understood why the Potter family thrived under his leadership. He was truly unfathomable, and that very quality was terrifying.

“Mr. Houston, let’s talk elsewhere,” Andrew said, his gaze settling on Marion.

Erica whispered to Debra, “Andrew has always been mature beyond his years. Though we’ve known each other since childhood, we’ve barely exchanged a few words.”

“Are Marion and Andrew close?” Debra asked.

“Kind of. I’m not quite sure,” Erica replied, pausing. Recalling Carrie’s outburst, she added with dissatisfaction, “Marion remained silent throughout the chaos. Even Randy spoke up. I don’t know what was going on with him.”

“That’s not the way to pursue a girl,” Debra chuckled. Marion had likely remained silent because he knew she had orchestrated the events. Revealing his identity wouldn't have been as entertaining. He was waiting for her to speak.

Debra leaned lazily against the table. It was a shame Sheila had escaped; Debra hadn’t even had a chance to speak before the drama ended. But it was alright; Sheila’s lies had been exposed. What happened would inevitably become gossip, reaching Juan’s ears.

In the hospital corridor, Joe hurried back to the ward after a phone call. “Sir, there seems to be trouble at the Potter family’s house.”

Juan gestured for silence. Glancing at Sheila, still unconscious on the hospital bed, he whispered, “Let’s talk outside.”

“Okay.” Joe hesitated before leaving.

Juan closed the door. “Go on.”

“It’s Mrs. Nichols.”

Juan frowned. “What trouble has she caused again?”

“Miss Miles’ classmates accused her of being an escort, saying many unpleasant things. Mr. Andrew Potter promptly ejected them.”

Juan’s frown deepened. “Accusing Debra of being an escort? Would she just stand there and be accused?”