Chapter 610

Juan stormed into the room, his anger palpable. The bodyguards quickly released Debra. Juan rushed to her side, checking her over. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Debra replied weakly.

Juan glanced at the bodyguards, who quickly bowed their heads. “We just followed Mrs. Sosa’s orders.”

“Who pays your salary, the Sosa family or the Nichols family? How dare you disrespect my wife?”

“We were wrong, Mr. Nichols.”

Violet saw the cold glint in Juan’s eyes and fidgeted. Trying to pacify his anger, she said, “Juan, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. There’s no need to get so upset. Debra’s fine, isn’t she?”

“If anything had happened to her, this wouldn’t end so easily,” Juan said coldly.

Seeing that her attempts to smooth things over weren’t working, Violet forced a smile. “You’re right. Thank goodness she’s okay. I’d feel terrible if anything happened.”

“I’m exhausted,” Debra murmured.

“I’ll help you sit down,” Juan said gently, guiding her to the couch. Only then did he notice the mess strewn across the living room. His eyes settled on Violet once more. Violet smiled awkwardly, and Juan’s anger grew.

“Take a rest,” he told Debra softly, covering her with a blanket. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Make it quick. I’m tired,” Debra whispered.

“Okay.” Juan nodded.

Violet stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do. When Juan finally straightened, she tried once more to patch things up. “Juan, I…”

“Who sent you here?” Juan cut her off, unwilling to beat around the bush with her.

Realizing he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries, Violet hesitated. “It was your grandma. She asked me to come. You’ve been neglecting the company while filming this show, and the board is upset.”

“The board or my grandma?” Juan interrupted.

Before leaving for the show, he had meticulously arranged all the company affairs. The only explanation for this sudden interference was Melody pulling the strings.

Violet remained silent, and Juan’s patience wore thin. “You have thirty seconds to clean up the mess and leave.”

“Melody wants you to come back.”

“If you’re having trouble understanding, I can find a clearer way to explain.”

“…”

Violet fidgeted, shooting Debra a glare. Debra merely raised her cup in mock salute. Violet bit her lip and swallowed her pride. Turning to the bodyguards, she said, “You heard the man. Let’s go.”