Juliette lay on the floor, a hand pressed against her stinging cheek, her disbelief mingling with the throbbing pain. Linc stood beside her, his expression one of surprise as they both looked up to find Michael towering over them. His face was twisted with fury.
"How dare you have the audacity to show up here, Juliette!" Michael's voice boomed, dripping with venom.
"Who gave you the authority to carry out such actions?"
Juliette's eyes flashed with defiance.
"You should be grateful," she fired back.
"I saved your sorry ass. I covered for you, diverting it all onto Adrienne. And now, you have the nerve to scold me?"
Linc reached out and helped Juliette to her feet. She straightened her back, refusing to be intimidated.
"Do you not remember the millions of dollars you owe me?" Michael sneered.
"And do you not remember that it was me who saved your reputation?" she retorted, meeting his gaze.
A smug smirk tugged at the corners of Juliette's lips.