Marcus turned around slowly and faced the magnificent hundred-foot dining table set up on the stone patio.
The table was covered with pristine white linens, costly silver platters, tiered cakes, and expensive vintage wines.
It represented everything the Vance family valued: status, artificial perfection, and empty display of immense wealth.
Marcus walked up to the edge of the massive feast while his relatives watched him with confused expressions.
Beatrice raised her head higher and scoffed at him, telling him to clean up his daughter's messy spill immediately.
Instead of answering her demand, Marcus planted his foot firmly on the stone floor and wound up his leg.
With a sudden shout of rage, he kicked the main wooden table support with incredible strength and speed.
The massive banquet table violently tilted over, sending hundreds of heavy glass dishes crashing onto the hard stones.
Expensive cakes smashed flat, red wine pools spread rapidly across the patio, and silver trays clattered everywhere loudly.
Screams echoed from the crowd of wealthy relatives as food and drinks splashed all over their fine designer dresses.
Victoria gasped in utter terror, stepping backward into a pile of smashed chocolate cake and spilled lemonade.
The entire outdoor party was transformed into a chaotic zone of complete destruction within just a few seconds.
Marcus stood amidst the ruined banquet, his navy suit untouched by the mess he had just created in anger.
He took three powerful strides directly toward Beatrice, his eyes fixed on the woman who humiliated his child.
His two personal bodyguards moved into position behind him, blocking any of the family's security from stepping in.
You crossed the line today, Beatrice, and you will pay for every single tear she cried, Marcus roared.
Beatrice gasped for breath, her pale face turning completely white as she realized Marcus was no longer afraid.
She tried to speak up to defend her actions, but the sheer fury in his eyes stopped her cold.