Maybe, everyone had gone out of the banquet.
Ivan came downstairs.
Garland rushed over and asked, "Have you seen everyone?"
"Who are we talking about?"
"Jordan, Randy, and Erica."
"No."
With that simple answer, Ivan headed straight to the kitchen.
Garland put his hands on his hips, fuming. "What an attitude. When Debra's around, you act like a puppy. The minute she leaves, you flip faster than anyone else."
Ivan ignored him.
Garland gritted his teeth. "Sooner or later, I'll catch you slipping and prove you're an undercover spy."
Barton came downstairs. Garland eagerly approached him.
"Barton, where is everyone? Debra and Marion have disappeared too. They didn't leave us behind to attend a banquet, did they?"
"What banquet?"
"A welcoming banquet."
"A welcoming banquet?"
"You know, when someone returns from afar, there's supposed to be a big feast."
Randy, noticing her mood, stepped out of the car and addressed the men blocking their way. "Hey guys, we're starving. Could you let us through so we can enjoy a candlelit dinner?"
The bodyguards, unfazed, simultaneously twirled their batons.
"Enough of this nonsense," Erica growled. "I'm running them over."
She slammed her foot on the gas. Randy barely managed to leap back into the car as she charged forward, knocking a few of the bodyguards aside.
"Erica, I'm still outside," Randy shouted.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the rear tire burst instantly. Erica's anger boiled over, and Randy sensed an unfavorable situation.
But when he cautiously looked over at Erica's face, he relaxed and sighed, "No. Not this car. These people are in for trouble."
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