Lance remained calm at the words, only saying lightly, "No need to be polite, it's just a small matter."
Indeed, he was not being modest. For Mercer Group, accomplishing such a trivial task was as easy as pie.
The two remained silent, Deanna feeling complex emotions, her face somber.
Only now did Lance have the time to take a look around the room.
They had just moved in, and things hadn't been sorted out yet, so the room was packed full.
However, the decoration was cozy, quite pleasing to the eye.
Seeing this, Deanna said, "Mr. Mercer, I just moved in, and the house is messy. I won't keep you for dinner."
Her current mood was truly not up to entertaining guests.
Hearing her hinting at him to leave, Lance didn't insist, Julia nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Chloe ran over and shook his arm.
"Handsome Uncle!"
She said, but her expression couldn't hide her exhaustion.
Lance's expression subtly changed, his gaze darkening at Julia.
The sudden family upheaval had also been hard on them, they must have suffered.
He suddenly felt a bit touched, reaching out to pat Chloe's soft hair.
Chloe stared at him blankly, not saying a word.
"Don't be afraid, everything will pass."
Lance, accustomed to being aloof, only said this when he wanted to comfort a child.
Gregory had come over at some point, lifting his little head confidently.
"Uncle, I'm not afraid! Even if I get hurt, I'll still protect Mommy and my sister!"
He said it and he meant it.
A little man should protect his family.
Deanna, upon hearing this, felt proud and moved.
Lance's gaze softened, imbued with warmth.
He reached out to ruffle Gregory's head, praising, "Gregory is really good."
Gregory blushed a bit at the sudden praise, smiling shyly.
Not long after, Lance left.
He still had business to attend to and couldn't linger too long.
Gregory and Chloe were very happy to see him, feeling reluctant to see him leave so soon.
Chloe bit her plump lips, looking pouty.
Lance sighed and bid each of them goodbye.
Gregory said to him, "Handsome Uncle, you must come often in the future."
They watched him leave, standing at the door for a long time without going back inside.
Deanna found it a bit amusing and pulled the two children away.
"Uncle has gone far, stop staring!"
The two children returned to the house, her gaze turning instantly sharp and cold.
She took out her phone and directly sent the information to Raphael's email.
Raphael saw the email, opened it, and his expression changed drastically.
He immediately made a call, sounding somewhat flustered.
"What do you want?"
Deanna sneered coldly, her words as icy as if they had been dipped in frost.
"I've always been someone who doesn't start trouble, but I won't back down if someone starts trouble with me. Since you've made a move against me, harmed my children, and destroyed my home, then I won't be polite with you either."
Raphael remained silent for a moment, not saying anything.
She continued disdainfully, "The conditions I proposed to the Jones family before still stand. The villa in Coconut Villa Zone, the old mansion in the South District, which originally belonged to my mother, give them back to me!"
Her gaze was sharp, her presence overwhelming.
"My mother's shares, five percent, give them back to me! These are all things that belong to me, you figure it out. Before tomorrow, give me an answer. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that these documents won't appear on the front pages of major news outlets tomorrow morning."
She said slowly, her tone unhurried, but each word hit Raphael hard.
He clenched his fists. When did she become like this? From a warm kitten to a tiger that could devour him.
"You dare!"
His face was livid, his teeth clenched.
"You try me! It's all because of you!"
Deanna coldly interrupted him, her anger evident.
A woman may be weak, but when it comes to her motherhood, she becomes tough. If he dared to harm her loved ones, he would have to pay the price.
Moreover, she was only asking them to return what rightfully belonged to her, which was not unreasonable.
Before Raphael could say anything else, she hung up the phone.
Everything that needed to be said had been said.
Next, it depended on how Raphael chose.
Raphael's face turned livid as he looked at the disconnected phone, cursing under his breath.
Emily came over upon hearing him, curious. "Raphael, what's wrong?"
Unlike Raphael, she was all smiles, as if something good was about to happen.
Raphael recalled Deanna's words about "destroying my home" and looked at Emily with some resentment.
"Did you do something to Deanna?"
He rarely looked at Emily with such scrutiny.
Emily didn't deny it, looking proud. "Of course I did. What's wrong? Even Mercer Group wants to cooperate with us now. Can't I touch her?"
She raised an eyebrow, full of arrogance.
Raphael was furious. "You are incompetent! Do you know that Deanna has the leverage over Howard Group? If it's leaked out, it will cause a lot of damage to Howard Group!"
Emily was a bit dumbfounded, looking at him. He snorted and said, "She said she won't let Howard Group off the hook unless we return the villa in Coconut Villa Zone, the old mansion in the South District, and the five percent of shares."