The man leisurely watched as the servants and bodyguards came in, a charming yet mischievous smile playing on his handsome face, as he slowly said, "I still want to advise everyone to talk things over peacefully; no need to resort to violence."

The group of tall and muscular bodyguards stepped forward, ready to act.

Zoe Kingston and her daughter watched with cold smiles, even Benedict of the Seymour Family looked at Griffith Squire with an expressionless face.

Aurora Coldwell and Butler Zhao’s faces suddenly turned pale, a hint of despair in their eyes as they watched the bodyguards move to beat Griffith Squire.

The man’s smile remained the same, as he dexterously flexed his fingers, unbuttoning one button of his suit jacket. Then, with a cool demeanor, he swiftly took them down one by one with a few punches, and the tall, muscular bodyguards were all knocked to the ground with groans, moaning in pain.

The man dusted off his clothes, and upon seeing the drastic change in the expressions of everyone present, he smiled and said, "I mentioned before, don’t resort to violence. I apologize for showing you all my less-than-gentlemanly side."

The man’s smile was charmingly mischievous, and even in a suit, one could sense the solid muscles all over his body. This was no gentleman; he was clearly a human meat grinder.

Aurora Coldwell and Butler Zhao were astonished as they watched Griffith Squire effortlessly handle a group of bodyguards, seeing Zoe and Brooke’s faces turn ashen, they secretly felt incredibly satisfied.

Griffith Squire’s smile faded as he put on a different expression and leisurely said, "This time I came to Brocade City to discuss Aurora’s marriage with Mr. Coldwell. As a gesture of courtesy, the Elvis Family plans to visit formally after the New Year. If Mrs. Coldwell still wants us to leave, why not draw a line today, should we take the black path or the white path?"

"The Elvis Family? What’s the difference between the black path and the white path?" Brooke, who had always been weak against handsome men, especially since this man was not only Aurora’s fiancé but also more handsome than Michael, asked with a shy tinge in her voice.

"The black path involves settling privately, life and death not within consideration," Griffith Squire squinted and smirked, "The white path means money talks. As for the Elvis Family, allow me to formally introduce myself: I am Elvis Canaan, of the Italian Elvis Family. I suggest you check us out."

The man’s previously restrained aura of aggression was now exposed, instantly stunning everyone in the room. Even Aurora Coldwell and Butler Zhao were left speechless, wondering why the Elvis Family wasn’t following the typical script.

Mrs. Coldwell, a woman with a deep sense of strategy, initially might have thought that if they had crippled him from the beginning it would have been manageable, but now it was evident that he was a tough nut to crack. Seeing his formidable stance, she was then too cautious to make a move and forced a fake smile, saying, "As long as you’re not a fraudster, it’s easier to talk. Aurora, why didn’t you say this was all just a misunderstanding?"

"Mrs. Coldwell, you blame my little Aurora for your inability to understand sign language? I’d suggest hiring a teacher, one that guarantees proficiency and smooth communication." Griffith Squire raised his eyebrows and smiled leisurely, "No charge, you don’t need to thank me. Butler, take the young lady’s luggage upstairs. I will be staying next to Little Aurora."

Zoe Kingston was infuriated to the point of bursting. Ever since she married into the Coldwell Family and became Mrs. Coldwell in Brocade City, who dared to speak to her like this? Brooke, on the other hand, also looked displeased. Was a mute really worth defending by such a handsome man?

"Alright," Butler Zhao exclaimed joyfully, pulling the luggage as he prepared to head upstairs.

Brooke held her anger, arrogantly saying, "Stop. There’s no room upstairs. My previous room was too small, so the upstairs rooms were combined, and they are all mine now. I thought my sister wouldn’t come back after so many years."

"Indeed, but there are rooms in the house where the servants live at the back. You can stay there." Mrs. Coldwell was completely unwilling to save face anymore.

Aurora Coldwell’s face looked somewhat displeased as she reached to tug at Griffith Squire, shaking her head and took out a note to write: "Let’s find somewhere else to stay."

Griffith Squire patted her slender shoulder reassuringly, then looked towards the lavishly dressed Mrs. Coldwell and the second Miss Coldwell, and said in a calm tone, "Madam, second Miss, this house was left to my fiancée by my mother-in-law. If you can’t vacate the main bedroom today, it would be best for you two to move out."

"You punk, how dare you act so insolent in the Coldwell Family? Who do you think you are to boss around?" George Kingston shouted angrily, standing and cursing, but seeing the bodyguards who had crawled up from the ground cower without daring to speak up, he shrank back, only daring to utter harsh words without stepping forward.

Griffith Squire looked at the time, and smiled, "I’ve already called the police to report your trespass. If you leave now, you can still save some face."

As he spoke, a dozen or so uniformed officers entered, the lead officer’s face stern and menacing, "We’ve just received a report that you’re trespassing. Present your IDs now and those unrelated to this residence must leave immediately."

This maneuver instantly shocked everyone in the room, with Mrs. Coldwell extremely flustered, saying, "I’ll call Director Fang right away."

"Even if you must, do it outside. Get out, all of you."

And so the prominent families of Brocade City, the Coldwell and Seymour Families, were forcibly kicked out by a group of uniformed officers, their faces ashen.

The bodyguards, having developed a phobia from being beaten by Griffith Squire, knew firsthand that he was ruthless, hitting the most vulnerable parts of the body. They had suffered internal injuries, nearly coughing up blood, a master, an absolute expert. When it came to choosing between work and life, they chose life. As for the servants, they dared not make a sound; in this day and age, who would dare to lay a hand on those in uniform?

Thus, the eldest of the Seymour Family didn’t even have a chance to speak to Aurora Coldwell, and after being kicked out of the Coldwell Family, he felt unlucky and drove away without a word. Meanwhile, Mrs. Coldwell, still babbling, along with Brooke and others, were all herded into police cars.

"Close the door, don’t open it for anyone tonight, or you can all go home," Griffith Squire coldly instructed the servants in the hall.

Everyone dared not make a sound, immediately closing the doors and getting to their tasks, leaving the place spick and span.

Aurora Coldwell’s elegant and gentle face was filled with shock, her small cherry mouth agape, unable to utter a word. However, a faint smile appeared on her usually aloof face.

Butler Zhao burst into joyous laughter, feeling that the anger bottled up all these years was more than half vented, watching those people being disgracefully swept out, the satisfaction was palpable.

"Mr. Squire, when did you call the police? I didn’t notice," Butler Zhao happily inquired.

"What police? Those were actors I hired. The clothes and cars were rented, and those old-timers on Brocade City’s streets, having taken the money, might have already gone into hiding for ten days or half a month, impossible to track down. Besides, during this festive season, the police are enjoying their holidays, and Ms. Gong wanting to find someone in authority wouldn’t care to involve themselves in such family matters," Griffith Squire replied, hands in his pockets. Seeing the two’s incredulous expressions, he winked at Aurora with a playful smile, "Don’t worry, I’ll help you get Coldwell Mansion back."