Grace had made herself very clear, but Javier wouldn't permit Rafael to slap himself twice and apologize to Grace. Both of them stood firm.

"What's going on? Aren't you willing to do it?" Grace's expression turned icy as she addressed the people around her. "Bring him over! If he won't do it, I'll take matters into my own hands!"

"Yes, Madam!" the man beside her replied firmly. His calloused hands and pronounced cheekbones betrayed his expertise as a fighter.

"Wait!" Seeing Grace ready to act, Javier interjected urgently, "Grace, have you gone too far? Do you think you can do as you please here?"

"Too far?" Grace sneered. "Your son was the one who acted rudely first. He's the one who crossed the line!

"Did you all think the Montgomerys were pushovers? That's why I brought our fighters with me! If your son doesn't comply, we'll settle it with a one-on-one duel with your fighters. If yours win, I'll say no more. But if they can't..."

Javier's face darkened.

"You're a lunatic!" He