Chapter 279

Sheila’s face drained of color as the recording played. Juan’s gaze sharpened, his eyes cold and accusatory as he turned to her. She trembled, rushing to smash the recorder. She pointed at it and stammered, “This is fake! I never said any of this. Juan, don’t be fooled. Debra is just jealous of me carrying your child. She’s trying to drive a wedge between us.”

She attempted to approach Juan, but he raised a hand, halting her. His voice was filled with unprecedented disgust. “Two million dollars to kill Debra, using the baby in your womb to become Mrs. Nichols… I never knew you were such a woman.”

“Juan…” Sheila shook her head vehemently, tears welling in her eyes. “They’re framing me; this isn’t true.”

Debra watched with cold detachment. She knew nothing Sheila said would convince Juan now.

“I’ll leave the kidnappers and the recording to you. Take your time interrogating them. You can have the recording verified by experts. Since Sheila is pregnant with your child, how she should be punished is up to you.” Debra turned to Ben. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, madam.”

As Debra turned to leave, Juan reached out, grabbing her arm. Debra instantly pulled away, her expression one of revulsion. She shot him a cold glance, her voice sharp and unyielding.

“Take down this funeral display as you leave. It’s ominous,” she said.

“Yes, madam,” Ben replied, stepping between Debra and Juan. “Mr. Nichols, watch your manners.”

Juan narrowed his eyes. “Who are you to stop me?”

Joe, sensing the escalating tension, quickly led a group of men into the church, blocking Debra’s path.

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Debra frowned slightly, unsurprised by Juan’s tactics. He was accustomed to autocratic power in Seamar City, and no one dared to oppose him.

“Debra, stay. Don’t force me,” Juan said, his tone threatening.

Debra turned, her expression defiant. “And if I don’t?”

Just then, footsteps echoed outside the church. Joe heard them and approached Juan. “Sir, it seems to be Marion’s people.”

Outside, Marion’s men stood in black uniforms, the Houston family emblem emblazoned on their chests. The Houston family had been absent from the scene for years, but their influence in Seamar City was undeniable. No one dared to oppose them.

Marion, dressed in a white shirt and military boots, stood beside Debra like a towering protector. Behind him, twenty enforcers stood at attention, their presence commanding and intimidating. The atmosphere in the church grew heavy, the tension palpable.

“Mr. Nichols, how can you act tough without involving me?” Marion said, putting on a pair of gloves. “My men are itching for a fight. It’s been a while.”

“Marion?”

Juan’s gaze flicked between Marion and Debra, his eyes widening in realization.

“You’ve been with Marion all this time?”

“Didn’t you see that already?” Debra raised an eyebrow. “I advise you to sign the divorce agreement and don’t make me resort to extreme measures, or you’ll regret it.”

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