Chapter 32: Arresting Irene

Owen and Joel laughed loudly. "Mr. Decker, look over there," Joanna had already noticed them. Their loud voices and deliberate closeness to Irene were hard to miss. "It's fine." Decker glanced over indifferently. He patted Joanna's hand: "You just got back, so you don't know. Those three are nothing but trouble. They spend their time traveling, clubbing, racing, and hanging out in bars." "Let them help if they want. It doesn't matter." Joanna nodded, somewhat shyly saying, "The red-haired one looks a lot like Joyce." Decker chuckled, lowering his voice to guide her: "That's Joel Locke, Joyce's cousin. Joyce has been looking at you since he walked in. Joanna, tell Uncle, are you two dating?" Joanna blushed: "No, Uncle Decker, Joyce and I are just classmates." Decker looked at Joanna, his eyes knowing, and laughed softly. If Joanna and Joyce could marry, it would be very beneficial for him, bringing a talented FBI agent into his fold. "A classmate who has been staring at you since he walked in and always smiles at you? You must be very close classmates." Decker joked, making Joanna's face turn even redder, highlighting her delicate complexion. "Joel, if you don't want to do serious work, that's fine. Your family can afford it. But you should be more selective about your friends. You're lowering your standards by befriending anyone." The speaker was Sari, the one who had been beaten by Irene when delivering something that day. "If I remember correctly, your last name isn't Locke, is it? Are you managing Locke's affairs?" Joel propped his chin with one hand, coldly staring at Sari. "No wonder your brother always calls you stupid. You don't even recognize your own aunt? Oh, right, since your aunt ran away, it's normal you don't recognize her." What? Joel was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Irene. His uncle had only two brothers. The eldest had been married with children for many years, and the only single one left was Uncle Teo. Joel's mother was born when his grandparents were in their fifties, with two older brothers over forty years older than her. But she never got along with her younger brother, Uncle Teo. Who could get along with such a scumbag? Hausman was also stunned, turning to look at Irene. Grandpa never mentioned this either? Thinking back to how the captain had so readily agreed to the contract to assassinate Teo, Hausman shivered. I can't think about this anymore. It's too terrifying. At this point, everyone's eyes were on Irene. Including Joyce. He had been watching Joanna all along and didn't even notice Irene's arrival. He already had a poor impression of Irene, who had overshadowed Joanna for eighteen years. Hearing that she was the one who caused Uncle Teo to be ridiculed by everyone in City A, he immediately took out his phone to make a call. People around pointed at Irene: "That's the fake heiress." "I've seen a video of her running away!" "Why is she here? Aren't Joyce and Joel Teo's nephews?" "Haha, there's going to be a good show today!" After making his call, Joyce walked towards Irene. "How dare you show up here? Do you think Teo's family has no one left?" Irene sat calmly, taking a glass of orange juice from a waiter and yawning. Being completely ignored, Joyce's face turned very unpleasant. Just then, dozens of security guards in black suits entered from the entrance. These guards were dressed differently from the Mosinaghan family guards, which instantly increased the crowd's discussions. "Go! Keep an eye on Miss Irene. Escort her out after the banquet." "My apologies for disturbing everyone's enjoyment." Joyce apologized politely with a bow. A voice from the crowd said: "No problem! You're much better than that woman who took the money and ran away!" "Right! She wanted to be a rich wife but didn't want to take on the responsibilities! Despicable!" Decker frowned, looking at Joanna: "Didn't you say she was just a poor relative? And what's with the engagement to Teo?" Joanna innocently replied: "Uncle Decker, after she was found not to be a Kashi, she kept causing trouble, wanting to stay a Kashi lady. We had no choice but to say that." "As for the engagement, Mom and Dad arranged it. They were afraid she would be too poor after leaving the Kashi family, so they found her a wealthy husband." "But she thought he was too old and ran away, not even finishing high school." "We're also very worried." Decker frowned: "She really broadens my understanding of human depravity." Decker watched the commotion. The guards had already surrounded Irene, making her seem out of place in the venue. They were like a silent black wave, separating Irene from everyone else. Decker felt very satisfied. Seeing Irene humiliated made Decker feel particularly happy. Hausman, on the other hand, felt differently. Irene's aura was growing colder, making Hausman unconsciously shift his seat further away. The feeling was too familiar. Sometimes, even if your memory is blank, your body remembers specific signals. Hausman's whole body bristled. His intuition told him that Irene was the captain! And her mood had deteriorated to the point of exploding. Thinking about what the captain would do when angry made Hausman shudder. He stood up and said to Joyce: "Joyce, you're going too far. This isn't your family's villa. If you want to be wild, go back home." Joyce sneered: "This is our family business. Why are you interfering? Don't tell me you've fallen for this woman? I'm kindly warning you, don't be blinded by beauty!" A cold gaze fell on Hausman. Hausman shivered, looked down, and saw Irene leaning back on the sofa, holding the orange juice in her left hand and lightly resting her right hand on the armrest, exuding a strong aura. Irene smiled faintly: "Oh? Mr. Hausman has taken a liking to me?" Hausman waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no!" The crowd burst into mocking laughter at Irene. "Who does she think she is? Someone took a liking to her?" "No decent man would want such a shameless woman." Hausman stammered: "No, it's not that. It's Miss Irene who doesn't like me!" Joyce sneered, looking at the flustered Hausman disdainfully. Irene glanced at the guards glaring at her and flexed her wrists: "Tell them to get away from me." Joyce sneered: "Not a chance." "Really not stepping back?" Irene stood up, placing the orange juice down. The cold liquid swirled, creating a mist on the glass. "Are you sure?" Irene smiled, her eyes changing. Hausman's palms were sweaty. Stay calm, Captain! You can't start a fight here! If we're discovered, we're finished! The atmosphere was tense, on the verge of exploding.