Marcus burst into Jeremiah’s office like a storm that had finally broken loose. The door slammed violently against the wall, startling everyone outside the hallway. Jeremiah had just stood up from behind his desk when Marcus crossed the room in a few furious strides. Without a word of warning, Marcus’s fist flew forward and landed hard on Jeremiah’s jaw. The sound echoed sharply in the quiet office as Jeremiah stumbled backward and crashed onto the floor beside his overturned chair.“You bastard!” Marcus roared, grabbing Jeremiah by the collar and dragging him halfway up. His face burned with rage, his eyes red with sleepless nights and fear for his daughter. “You ended up arresting my daughter. How dare you!”Jeremiah groaned as he tried to steady himself on the ground. Pain shot through his jaw, but the anger in his eyes burned brighter than the pain. “Get your hands off me, Marcus,” he muttered, still lying on the floor. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t get you arrest