Chapter 280

That was a line Juan had once said to Debra in her past life. Now, the tables had turned, and it was his turn to face the consequences of his actions.

“Let’s go,” Debra said, her smile vanishing.

Marion raised his hand, and his men began to retreat. Juan, refusing to concede, tried to chase after them, but Joe swiftly blocked his path.

“Sir, you can’t chase them. That’s Marion Houston.”

“In Seamar City, I am in charge. What is Marion to me?”

“Caleb has handed the Houston family over to Marion. We can’t afford to mess with him.”

“Get out of the way!”

He shoved Joe aside before his gaze fell on Shelia.

“Juan…”

Daunted by his glare, she stepped back.

“Take these three back and interrogate them thoroughly.”

“And Miss Miles?”

“Take her back and lock her in the basement,” Juan ordered. “If my grandmother asks, just say I’ve arranged for her to be elsewhere.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Juan, I’m carrying your child. You can’t do this to me. Let me go!” Shelia struggled desperately as she was restrained and dragged toward the exit.

Joe picked up the divorce agreement from the ground, his expression uncertain. “Sir, the divorce agreement…”

Juan glanced at the document, snatching it from Joe’s hand and ripping it in half. “As long as I don’t agree, Debra will stay as my wife. No matter how overbearing Marion is, he can’t take her from me.”

Joe’s expression grew even more troubled. “But we’re in such a tough spot now. We can’t afford conflicts with the Houston family.”

Juan said indifferently, “I will let him know who rules Seamar City.”

He believed Debra would return to him once Marion was dealt with.

Debra got into Randy’s car and asked, “Why are you here?”

Marion replied casually, “I was worried you might be in danger.”

Randy interrupted from the front seat, “That’s nonsense. He’s afraid you’ll soften towards Juan.”

Marion shot a cold glance at Randy through the rearview mirror, silencing him instantly.

Debra couldn’t help but smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “So, even fearless Marion has things he’s afraid of.”

“I’m afraid of many things,” Marion shrugged. “I’m afraid you might still care about Juan, afraid you’ll regret the divorce, afraid you might not like me.”

Debra’s face turned a soft shade of red, and she looked away.

Randy glanced at the rearview mirror, his mind racing with thoughts of Marion’s uncharacteristic vulnerability. He wondered if Marion had practiced abstinence for too long. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Marion gazing at Debra. ‘Yep, abstinence for too long,’ he concluded silently, looking away.

As the car pulled away from the church, a graceful woman in high heels stepped off a plane at the airport. She looked up at the Seamar City sky, her lips curving into a slight smile.

“Marion, I’m back,” she announced.