The Morales family looked like they'd forgotten how to breathe.
The Grand Horizon was Andres's property. To pull a stunt like this here was practically a suicide note.-
But instead of anger, Andres watched Maeve with a faint, entertained curiosity—as if he'd just been handed a problem he might actually enjoy.
Five minutes later, the police arrived.
"We received a report of vandalism and disturbance in a public venue."
Andres narrowed his eyes slightly. Who called them?
Anya, her cheek swollen from the slap, didn't notice the shift in his expression. She pointed straight at Maeve. "I called. She's the one who attacked people and trashed the place."
Isla piled on, shrill with spite. "Yes—and she threw wine in my face too. Arrest her. Put her in jail."
Maeve still had murder in her eyes. The officers locked onto her instantly.
"Ma'am, put down the weapon and come with us for questioning."
Maeve let the bat drop and turned to Luka with a bright, almost cheerful smile.
"The Morales family has been so… supportive," she said. "So it's only polite I return the favor. I promise—I'll make you bleed for it."
As she was led away, Andres caught something in her gaze—something sly, almost amused.
Only Luka felt his stomach drop.
If Maeve was locked up… what happened to the son waiting for her kidney?
Luka turned to Andres, face twisted into humility. "I'm sorry you had to witness this, Mr. Andres. Maeve is… awful. But she's still a Morales by blood."
"Please," he said, voice tight, "on my account—let it go this once?"
Isla's eyes flew open. "Honey, how can you defend her?"
Anya chimed in, furious. "Yeah, Dad! She humiliated Mr. Andres. She should rot in prison."
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