Randy glanced at the car and said, "Don't be fooled by his façade. Watch how I tear it off."
He yanked open the car door and grabbed Marion's arm, trying to drag him out.
"Come on," Randy urged. "Erica is mad. Just do me a favor and come out."
Marion didn't resist it.
Erica stepped forward. "Debra is not the type to mess around. She's doing this to piss you off. I believe she's still waiting for you to explain yourself. Just get up there, talk to her, and deal with whatever's wrong with you. Got it?"
"Don't be stubborn," Randy echoed. "Keep this up, and Debra is gone for good."
He shoved Marion toward the hotel, but the latter just stood there, unmoving.
Several guards arrived. Without a word, they started to drag Erica and Randy away.
"What the hell? Let go of me. Do you want a fight?" Erica snapped, raising a fist.
But then, she recognized those people as well-trained soldiers of the Houston family. There was no way she could beat them.
Randy didn't fare any better. He was quickly shoved into a car, and the two of them were whisked away.
The street was finally quiet. It was late, and hardly anyone else was around.
Marion walked into the hotel.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" the receptionist greeted warmly, feeling lucky to receive three beautiful people in one shift.
Marion simply strode past her, heading straight for the elevators.
Marion had always been rational. He never second-guessed himself. But with Debra, every decision felt like a choice with consequences.
He kept weighing his options, trying to figure out what would make her happiest. And right now, the answer was clear.
She didn't want to see him. He couldn't just barge in and force her to.
So, he stayed outside all night.
Other customers passed by, giving him strange looks, but he was not bothered.
He didn't move until it was 8 a.m. Right on time, Debra woke up and drew the curtains.
He heard it and left.
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