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Shelia’s bravado rang hollow, and Debra was not convinced at all.

“Alright then, come back when you’ve got your hands on that fund,” she said, turning to the guards. “See the guests off.”

One of the guards stepped forward. “Miss Blair, if you would please.”

Shelia’s fury ignited like dry tinder, and with a sharp crack, her palm collided with his face. “Who do you think you are, telling me to leave?”

Debra’s face hardened like stone. She hadn’t wanted this to escalate. Her body was still fragile, but Shelia had crossed a line.

Before Debra could act, a voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Barton, teach her some manners.”

“Yes, sir.”

Without hesitation, Barton stepped out from behind Andrew, his movements swift and precise. In two brutal slaps, Shelia’s head whipped to the side. When her bodyguards tried to intervene, Barton dismantled them with ease. His fighting skills could rival Kale’s. After the quick takedown, Barton returned to his post behind Andrew and wheeled Andrew forward to confront Shelia.

Andrew’s presence shook her, and memories of how he had easily resolved her false accusation against Jordan flooded back. This man was a terror, a force not to be reckoned with.

She forced a trembling smile. “Mr. Andrew Potter…”

Andrew’s gaze was ice. “Miss Blair, striking one of my people means you’ve declared yourself an enemy of the Potter family.”

“But he’s just a security guard,” she argued, trying to downplay it.

Andrew cut her off. “Even the lowest of my people is untouchable by outsiders. You have two options: walk out on your own or be thrown out.”

Barton’s silent presence loomed beside Andrew, a clear reminder of what would happen if she chose the latter. Shelia, humiliated and seething with rage, had no choice but to storm out.

She didn’t get it. She was already a wealthy heiress and future Mrs. Nichols, yet she didn’t receive the respect she deserved.

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Debra had lost everything, yet she could still command so much loyalty and support.

“This is unfair!” Shelia grunted inwardly on her way out.

Debra descended the staircase. “Actually, I could handle that. You didn’t have to step in.”

After all, Andrew was always busy with important matters. He had better things to do than meddle in trivial affairs.

But instead of responding, he frowned and asked, “Why do you look so pale?”

Debra instinctively touched her cheek. She hadn’t checked her reflection, but she knew she was far from her usual self.

“Barton, call William to examine her,” Andrew ordered.

“No need.” Debra’s response was immediate. She winced at her own intensity and hesitated. “Please, don’t call William.”

Her prevarication only served to confirm Andrew’s suspicion. In the next instant, his hand shot out and grasped her wrist. The sight of needle marks made his grip tighten, his pupils narrowing into slits.

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