Hester attempted to soothe her. “Don’t be upset, Mrs. Nichols Sr. When the chief arrives, you can teach him a lesson.”

Melody’s anger subsided slightly. Debre watched the scene with amusement, knowing that Melody was accustomed to a life of privilege and pampering. She seemed oblivious to the shifting dynamics in Seamar City. Back when Pedro was a mere captain, he might have sought Melody’s favor, but now, as chief, he held a position of power and was unlikely to bend to her whims.

Soon enough, Pedro arrived. He stepped into the room, his gaze immediately landing on Marion.

“Mr. Houston, I came right away at your request. If you need anything, I’ll do my best to help,” he said.

Marion cast a glance at Melody, and Pedro understood the silent cue. His expression shifted slightly as he turned to address her. “Mrs. Nichols Sr., are you looking for me?”

Melody sized him up, sneering, “Mr. Hartley, you’re quite full of yourself. I requested to see you, and you refused to come.”

Pedro was unhappy with her attitude, but with Marion present, he maintained his professional demeanor. “Mrs. Nichols Sr., is there anything I can help you with?”

Melody stood up, her voice shaking with anger. “You tell me. Your people detained my grandson. Hurry up and release him.”

“About that… We’re just following the rules here.”

“Rules? What rules? Do you even know who you’ve arrested? Do you still want to keep your position as chief?”

Her remarks were a blatant attempt to undermine Pedro’s authority before his subordinates. His expression darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table.

“Mrs. Nichols Sr., please watch your language. I’m not someone you can manipulate. Do you think your family can control everyone? The case is proceeding according to the law, and your attempts to influence the outcome will be dismissed.”