Known for his mild and gentle personality, Curtis rarely showed his anger. But now, he shot a cold glance at all these bodyguards and said firmly, “I'm going with her. Try and stop me!"

The bodyguard was baffled. His boss's orders didn't cover this situation. Rather than make the wrong choice, he hastily contacted

James.

After ending the call, the bodyguard returned to them and said,

“Begging your pardon, Curtis. They want to see her alone. If she does that, she gets to see Carlos one last time before the funeral.

Otherwise, go away, and come back the day of the funeral."

James had become too bold. He even barred Curtis from going in.

Just then, the phone rang. It was Wesley. At Last! Curtis let Wesley know what was going on, and he gathered a force together to meet them at the manor.

Less than thirty minutes later, a dozen military vehicles arrived at the manor gate.

Wesley quickly jumped out of the lead vehicle and ran up to Curtis.

"So what the hell is going on? What happened to Carlos?"

Dozens of armed soldiers in uniforms disembarked from the other vehicles and lined up in three orderly rows, waiting for their leader's instructions.

"Carlos had a car accident. The Hilton family has announced his death.

But they want to talk to Debbie alone and won't let me go inside.

Something's not right," Curtis explained simply. He looked at the bodyguards. They were visibly nervous, being confronted with armed soldiers.

Clenching his fists, Wesley ordered in a loud voice, "Ten-hut!"

“Sir!" all the soldiers behind him said in unison. They stiffened to attention, saluting their superior officer. When he saluted back, they dropped their hands to their sides.

“We're going to take this manor as ours! You have permission to engage!" Following Wesley's orders, the soldiers all dashed towards the bodyguards.

In no time, Wesley's men overpowered the bodyguards and forced them to open the gate to the manor. The dozen or so military vehicles drove into the manor in an imposing manner, seemingly unstoppable.

As soon as they reached the main villa, Debbie quickly jumped out of the car and ran towards the villa, heart burning with anxiety. She didn't want to waste a single second.

When she saw the traditional black and white funerary couplet hanging on each side of the doorway, she almost fell to her knees as her legs became weak. The elaborate calligraphy seemed to writhe of its own accord, becoming menacing instead of beautiful, as it was intended to be. It was a reminder that Carlos may have indeed passed on. Luckily

Curtis had superior reflexes and caught her just in time.

Curtis, Wesley and Debbie rushed into the villa, practically bursting through the doorway. In the Living room, Tabitha and Valerie were sobbing sadly, sitting in front of a black and white photo of Carlos, blown up, framed, and set on an easel. James was on the phone at the time. A bodyguard had already informed him that Wesley had forced his way in, along with a contingent of soldiers. But James was almost too preoccupied to care. The Hilton Group was a mess these days, and hadn't fared well after the accident of Carlos.

“James," Wesley called out as he approached James.

James hastily ended the phone call and said in a choked and hoarse voice, "Wesley! You finally came. Carlos... he's..." He let out a long sigh, unable to finish his sentence.