Fiona Roland trembled with rage, jabbing a finger at Heidi's face. "If she told you to eat shit, would you do it? Are you that stupid?"

Heidi pouted defensively. "Mom, she forced me! It's not like I wanted to say those things. Why are you taking it out on me?"

Jenna Roland crossed her arms, a cold smirk playing on her lips. "Fiona, did you hear that clearly? Should I have someone refresh your memory? One wrong word, and you'll be crawling out of here today."

"Jenna!" Jason Roland's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. "She's your elder! You'll pay for this disrespect!"

Jenna's gaze sharpened like a blade. "Pay for it? Where was your conscience when you stole my orchard? Jason, you're shameless!"

Vincent Roland cut in smoothly. "Shameless is putting it mildly."

"Beyond shameless," Jenna sneered. "You're downright despicable. Worse than animals."

The Roland family turned pale with fury but didn't dare move. Jenna's intimidating bodyguards stood ready to strike.

They had no choice but to swallow their pride.

Zachary Macmillan cracked his knuckles impatiently. "Why waste words? Break their legs. That'll teach them not to cause trouble."

"Agreed." Jenna nodded.

Fiona panicked. "Jenna, you can't do this!"

"Don't want a beating?" Jenna narrowed her eyes. "Then swear an oath. Set foot in my orchard again, and you'll eat dog shit. Deal?"

"You—!" Fiona shook with rage.

Jenna raised a hand. "No? Then let's do this now."

Fiona couldn't understand what Jenna had offered these men to make them so fiercely loyal.

In the end, under threat of violence, Fiona and her family reluctantly swore the humiliating oath and slunk away.

Sean Roland frowned worriedly. "They won't let this go."

Jenna patted his shoulder. "They try again, we hit harder. The orchard's electric fence will take care of the rest."

Mercy toward scum was cruelty to oneself.

Vincent gave a thumbs-up. "Ms. Roland, you're tough."

"Had to be." Jenna sighed. "Let's go check inside."

That evening, Ethan Roscente came home early.

The aroma of dinner filled the kitchen, where Jenna stood at the stove.

"You're back early," she said without turning.

Ethan walked over and glanced into the pot. "Nothing urgent at the office. Need help?"

"No. Wash up. Dinner's ready."

As Ethan left, Jenna plated the last dish.