Carter was one of the toughest guys on the entirew enforcement team, with only a few who could take him down-let alone someone from the Shepherd family—but a girl managed to counter him? She looked like the least threatening person you could imagine.


    James ignored all the stares, walked back over to Mirabe, grabbed her hand, and headed for the door. As they passed the chief of thew enforcement team, James seemed to remember something. He stopped in his tracks and, without even ncing sideways, said, "Curtis, stay behind and settle the score with them." After that, he walked out of the detention room with Mirabe in tow.


    Curtis instantly understood what James meant. He nodded and said, "Got it."


    The chief, not grasping the full meaning, was stunned for a moment, thinking James wasn''t done with them yet. He lifted his head, looking towards the door, ready to follow, but Curtis stopped him in his tracks.


    The chief frowned. Even though he couldn''t take Curtis in a fight, his attitude wasn''t as deferential as it had been towards James. "Mr. Curtis, you..."


    Curtis raised his hand to cut him off, without saying a word. He pulled out his phone, dialed hiswyer right there, and put it on speaker. After briefly exining the situation, he hung up.


    Looking back at everyone in the room, Curtis wore a slight smirk, "You all heard that, right? Ten million, not a penny less."


    Before the chief could respond, Carter, finally pulling himself together, spat out through gritted teeth, "Aren''t you and James going too far? That woman didn''t get hurt at all!"


    If anyone should be imingpensation, it should be him. And now they were talking about mental damages?


    These two were truly despicable.


    Curtis looked down at Carter and let out a light scoff, "You should be thankful you''re worth anything at all."


    Otherwise, today would''ve been your funeral.


    "You!" Carter trembled with rage, his whole body shaking, momentarily forgetting the pain from his bruises.


    Curtis couldn''t be bothered to waste more words. He took out his phone, found an ount number, and sent it directly to the chief''s phone. "I sent you the ount number. I''m out."


    Without giving anyone a chance to speak, he strode out.


    Carter understood thatpensation was not optional. Seeing this, his face turned livid, and he struggled to get up.


    "Enough, Carter." The battalionmander raised his hand, his face no less unpleasant than Carter''s, "Arguing with him is pointless. You were out of line today."


    The only orders were to detain the person, not to use torture devices. Just that alone put them at a disadvantage.


    "But the point is, that woman wasn''t hurt at all!" Without James around, Carter was filled with intense hate. Being beaten by a woman and having to swallow his pride and paypensation? He couldn''t stomach this humiliation.


    The battalionmander suddenly looked at Carter, "Yeah, you''re the leader of the enforcement team, yet you couldn''t handle a woman. What right do you have to stand here and bellow?"


    If they had actually managed to subdue her, it might have been a different story, but now, payingpensation is the least of your worries.


    The battalionmander scoffed, "I think you shouldn''t be the leader anymore." With that, he left.


    Carter copsed back to his spot, his face dark and ominous.


    Meanwhile, James led Mirabe outside, passing through metal doors, with the guards not daring to stop them.


    When they reached the courtyard, Mirabe paused, looked up at James, and sighed lightly, "Leaving like this, does it affect you in any way?"