As soon as he came to, Carlos' Lawyers arrived at the door.

For a moment, everyone waited with bated breath, fearing what Carlos was up to. Then Portia was brought in, drained of color as though she had aged all of a sudden.

She had been practicing dancing at school when a group of men barged in and whisked her away. She was still wearing her dance costume, shaking from the cold.

When they hauled her into the living room, she shook even more, terrified at what was going on.

At the sight of Carlos and Lewis, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Lewis cut a hunched, desperate figure that told her hell had broken loose here.

His eyes brightened when Portia walked into the living room. If there was the slightest ray of hope for him to get off the hook, then this was his only opportunity.

“Dirty heartless bitch!" he blurted.

"Tell the whole truth now. Why did you trick me into going to the hotel room?"

Portia pretended not to be scared. To dodge his confrontation, she greeted Carlos' family members one by one, trying to force a smile.

Then looking at Lewis, she feigned surprise.

“Lewis, what are you talking about? We already broke up. Why would I ask anyone to call you?"

Lewis shouted desperately, “It was you! I looked into it. You had someone call me, claiming Debbie was waiting for me in a room on the twelfth floor."

"Lewis!" Portia shrilled.

"We already broke up. Why are you trying to frame me? Who is behind all this?"

Not interested in their argument, Carlos leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed.

"Take Portia outside and give her a ‘preferential’ interrogation," he said to Emmett.

"Take her outside. Don't dirty my place," he added.

That last sentence was in coded language. In an instant, several bodyguards appeared, ready to execute their master's wishes.

When they saw Portia in her dance costume, they swallowed hard and grabbed her roughly, eager to get her out of his sight.

Carlos' words sent a shiver down Portia's spine. Engulfed by fear, she struggled to break free from the bodyguards, and screamed in a hysterical voice, "Carlos, what do you want from me? Let go of me!"

With his eyes shut, Carlos asked casually, "Portia, that's exactly what

I should be asking you. What did you want with my wife, huh? What were you thinking, trying to drug my wife and her friend?" With those words, he opened his eyes and shot a sharp glance at the trembling Portia

“You had the guts to lay a finger on my wife! How dare you?!" he shouted between gnashed teeth.

"No, I didn't... I didn't..." Frightened by his icy-cold stare and the dangerous aura, Portia could hardly find her voice. She kept stammering, "I didn't..."

Carlos sneered and ordered to the bodyguards, “Deal with her. Enjoy yourselves."