Chapter 155

Debra worried that Jordan might cause trouble. She quickly said, "Don't get upset. Actually..."

"I don't care. I'm going to teach Juan a lesson he won't forget," Jordan interrupted.

The line went dead. Debra was dazed, a sense of foreboding washing over her. Erica looked up from her phone, noticing Debra's distress.

"What's wrong? Who was that?" she asked, sitting up on the bed. "Where are you going?"

"To Maple Hotel."

"To attend the banquet?" Erica's eyes widened. "But you didn't want to go just now."

"Jordan's going to confront Juan. I'm afraid he'll cause a scene," Debra explained, her brow furrowed with worry. She knew Jordan's temper and, with Andrew absent due to illness, there would be no one to restrain him.

"That hothead is reckless, still fighting at his age," Erica said, putting down her snacks. She grabbed her bag and led the way out.

They sped towards the hotel, only to be stopped at the entrance by security.

"Please show me your invitation."

Erica scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Are you blind? You don't recognize Mrs. Nichols?"

The guards studied Debra's face, confused. "Mrs. Nichols? Isn't she already inside?"

Debra realized they were talking about Shelia. Juan's public displays of affection towards Shelia over the past few months had led everyone to believe she was his wife. Debra felt a pang of humiliation but also relief; at least after the divorce, no one would address her as Mrs. Nichols anymore.

Erica took out her business card. "Open your eyes wide and see who I am!" The name surprised the guards, and they quickly let them through.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense. Guests were craning their necks, looking up at the second floor where a commotion was unfolding. Debra scanned the crowd. There were no signs of either Jordan or Juan.

"Shit!" she cursed under her breath, rushing towards the stairs with Erica in tow.

The second floor was cordoned off by Juan's bodyguards. They crossed their arms, barring Debra's path. "Stop! Mr. Nichols has ordered that no one is to enter. Please leave."

Debra glared at them and spoke coldly. "I haven't divorced Juan yet, and you've got a new hostess?"

The bodyguards exchanged uncertain glances, hesitating. Joe hurried over and rebuked the guards, "Are you blind? How dare you stop Mrs. Nichols?"

They quickly stepped aside. Joe turned to Debra, his voice urgent. "Madam, you're finally here."

"What's happening inside?" Debra asked.

Joe paused, his expression grave. "It's Mr. Jordan Potter. He... he forced his way into Miss Miles' room."

"What?" Debra's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why would Jordan barge into Shelia's room?"