Chapter 81

That had to be the funniest joke Randy had heard all year. Late at night, the banquet hall doors burst open despite the security guards' efforts. Several black-clad bodyguards stormed in, led by Juan in a sharp suit. His penetrating gaze made everyone hold their breath; they hadn't expected him to cause a scene.

Juan scanned the room, finally fixing his gaze on Debra and Erica. "Clear the room!" he commanded, narrowing his eyes. The guests quickly departed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Erica tried to intervene, but Randy held her back. It had become the men's battleground. Randy stepped forward and questioned, "Juan, this event is held by the Mathis family. Don't you know the rules?"

Ignoring him, Juan stared at Erica. "Did you kick Shelia out?"

"Yes, it was me. What? Seeking revenge for your lover?" Erica scoffed.

Juan's anger flared. "Shelia had a car accident. She's in the hospital!"

Erica froze, and Randy furrowed his brow.

"If anything happens to her, you will be held accountable," Juan said.

Debra chimed in, "I kicked her out. If there's a problem, come to me."

Her words only angered Juan further. "So eager to take the blame. You won't get away with it either."

"You'd better mind your attitude," Erica seethed. "Debra is your wife, yet you came to accuse her for the sake of your lover. What kind of man are you?"

Juan didn't think he had done anything wrong. He'd sent Shelia over, and they'd caused her to have a car accident; he had to make things right for Shelia. Applause echoed nearby. Debra turned to see Marion approaching. With his gaze fixed mockingly on Juan, he said, "Quite the spectacle, Juan. I'm enjoying this show."

Juan's eyes sharpened. Marion stood in front of Debra. "She was kicked out, and the rest is none of our concern. If you must seek justice, go ahead and try." A smirk tugged at his lips. "But remember, justice doesn't exist here with me."

The tension between the two men was palpable, yet Debra felt a newfound sense of security behind Marion.

Chapter 81

"Seamar City is my turf, not yours, Marion," Juan shot back. He wasn't boasting. Although Marion was reputable and had vast assets overseas, Juan ruled Seamar City.

"Oh really?" Marion raised an eyebrow. "But that's not for you to decide."