Charlie steadied Melissa before turning to glare at me.

"How dare you raise your hand against your elder, Lily? Do you have a death wish?"

His groomsmen immediately surrounded me when he waved his hand.

All of them were sleazy-looking men. Their eyes shone with a salacious glint as they roamed all over me. Some of the men even tried to tug at my clothes.

"No need to be so fierce, beautiful."

"It's perfectly reasonable for them to demand that you pay your debts."

"You can use your body as payment if you don't have any money. We don't mind at all."

Their disgusting words echoed in my ears. I retreated until my back hit the cold wall. I was trapped.

Larry had locked the doors to the banquet hall some time ago.

A few security guards stood near the exit. Their arms were crossed as they watched us, looking as if they were watching a particularly entertaining show. It was obvious that they were in cahoots with Charlie and his family.

Charlie pulled out a piece of paper from his coat.

It wasn't the bill from before. Instead, it was a promissory note.

"I'll take into account how we were once together, Lily. On top of the 510 thousand dollars that you already owe us, you also have to compensate Sasha for her soiled wedding dress and Mom for causing her emotional distress. That's an additional one million dollars. I'll let you go after you sign this note."

One million dollars?

It became blatantly obvious that Charlie and his family weren't just seeking compensation. They were attempting to commit daylight robbery.

"And if I refuse to sign?" I demanded, glaring at Charlie.

A sinister smile stretched across Charlie's lips. "You'll have to forgive me for using more forceful methods then."

He shot a look at his groomsmen, prompting two of them to lunge at me and grab either side of my shoulders.

My bones ached from how tightly they were gripping me.

Charlie stalked toward me, holding an ink pad.

"Make sure to get her fingerprint on the note!" Melissa shouted as she lunged at me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look up.

My scalp felt as if it would be torn clean off my skull.

"You're the one who made things difficult for yourself, you bitch. You're going to sign that note whether you like it or not!"

Meanwhile, Sasha aimed her phone at us and happily exclaimed, "Look, everyone! This is how you deal with a loser who refuses to pay her debts! This is what justice looks like! Hurry and like the livestream! I want it to reach the top of the front page!"

I struggled wildly. I bit Melissa's wrist, sinking my teeth into her flesh until the taste of blood permeated my tongue.

"She's trying to kill me!"

Melissa screamed in agony before letting go of me. She then delivered a hard slap across my face.

There was a loud buzzing in my ears. Blood stained the corner of my lips.

Charlie seized the opportunity to grab my hand and press my thumb against the ink pad.

The bright red ink pad looked just like blood.

My thumb was seconds away from touching the promissory note when Charlie suddenly sidled up to me and whispered in my ear.

"I'm willing to help you if you beg me, Lily. I'm meeting with a big client tonight. He's interested in rather… extreme activities. I'll cover half of your debt if you spend the night with him."

Disgust roiled in my gut.

Charlie was the epitome of repulsiveness.

How could I have been so blind in the past to fall in love with such a scumbag?

At that moment, the last bit of sympathy in my heart completely disappeared.

Since Charlie and his family had a death wish, I would be more than happy to send them to their graves.

I stopped struggling and relaxed my body. My eyes were ice-cold as I glared at them, looking as if they were dead men walking.

"Let go of me," I said icily.

I didn't raise my voice, but my words sent a chill down their backs.

Charlie was stunned and subconsciously loosened his hold on me.

I knocked away the groomsmen's hands before smoothing down my messy hair and wiping the blood from the corners of my lips.

"One million dollars, was it?" I asked.

My lips curled up into a mocking smile as I looked at Charlie. "Fine. I'll pay."

Charlie and his family were stunned by my words. A few seconds later, they burst into laughter.

Melissa held her bitten wrist as she roared in laughter, wrinkles deepening on her face.

"Why didn't you say so from the start? You damned wretch! I guess we had to shake you up a little to get you to listen to us."

Meanwhile, Sasha made a victory gesture in front of the camera.

"Justice always prevails, everyone! A stronger existence will always come along to put evil people in their place. She's finally accepting defeat!"

Charlie gleefully offered the payment terminal to me again.

"Are you going to pay by card?" he asked. "Oh, I have to remind you that this payment terminal doesn't accept credit cards. You have to use your debit card."

It was obvious that Charlie was certain that I wouldn't be able to pay and wanted to see me embarrass myself.

I ignored him and rummaged through the torn compartment of my bag, pulling out a black phone.

It wasn't the usual smartphone that saturated the market. Instead, it was a satellite phone. It was thick and heavy, drop-proof, and had global signal coverage.

Dad had specially ordered one for me in case I was abducted or got into an accident.

I didn't expect to use it here of all places.

Charlie's smile grew wider when he noticed the "vintage" phone that I was holding.

"Did you pick that up from the trash?" he asked. "Don't tell me that you're thinking of pawning that off to pay off your debt, Lily? Is it even worth 50 dollars?"

Charlie's relatives burst into laughter.

"Stop dragging this out, miss," Larry said impatiently. "Hurry and pay the bill. We're waiting to finish our shifts."

I pressed the red emergency button on the phone.

The call connected within seconds, putting me through to my personal team without having to dial a single number.

"Ms. Rosewood."

The voice on the other end of the line was deep and steady.

"I'm in the banquet hall on the third floor. Clear the area and seal the exits."

I hung up after I was done speaking and tossed the phone on the table. It landed with a loud thud.

Silence fell over the hall for a second before everyone burst into laughter.

Tears of mirth streamed down Charlie's face. "Clear the area? Seal the exits? Did we shake a few screws loose in your head earlier, Lily? Who do you think you are? The princess of a mafia family? You're putting on quite an act. Why don't you go ahead and call the Avengers to back you up too?"

Sasha placed a hand on her hip as she heaved for breath. Her stomach hurt from how hard she was laughing. "I can't take it anymore. I think I'm going to die of laughter. Did you hear her, everyone? She's the epitome of a drama queen! It's so awkward. I can't help but feel embarrassed on her behalf."

Melissa spat on the floor. "Drop the act! Call security, Larry. Tell them to drag her out of here."

Larry rolled up his sleeves. He was just about to carry out Melissa's orders when a deafening bang echoed through the hall.

Someone had forcefully pushed the banquet hall's wooden doors open from the outside, causing them to slam loudly against the walls.

Two rows of bodyguards wearing black suits and sunglasses swarmed into the hall. All 20 of them were tall and muscular, giving off an intimidating air. They swiftly dispersed and stationed themselves in front of all the windows and exits.

Their movements were synchronized, making it obvious that they were well-trained.

A middle-aged man dressed in a gray, tailored suit stumbled into the hall with hurried footsteps. His tie was crooked, and he was sweating profusely. His complexion was deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

The man was the general manager of Grand Jewel Hotel, Wes Morton.

Normally, Wes was an unreachable person for someone like Charlie.

However, Charlie always boasted about knowing Wes personally even though he had never even met the man. He looked as if he had just seen his savior when he laid eyes on Wes. He immediately fixed an amicable smile on his face and approached Wes.

"Mr. Morton! What are you doing here? Did you catch wind of the commotion that this woman has been causing? Don't worry. I'll be sending her to the police station shortly! I definitely won't let her affect the hotel's operations!" he exclaimed as he pointed at me with a smug look.

Wes completely ignored Charlie. He shoved Charlie aside and rushed over to me, skidding to a stop about six feet away from me. His legs felt like jelly, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

Dead silence descended upon the hall. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Wes, who always carried himself with an aloof and arrogant air, was shaking as he retrieved a white handkerchief from his coat, offering it to me with both hands. He then nodded solemnly at me.

His voice was trembling when he stuttered, "M-Ms. Rosewood. P-Please wipe your hands with this. I'm sorry for being late. How do you plan to deal with this group of riff-raffs?"