"What nursing?" Marion asked.Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?""Not really.""It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?""Only for women.""Got it. If you ever want kids in the future...""You'll make soup for me?""I won't let you drink it.""Why not?""I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."Debra couldn't hold back her giggles. "So, if I don't breastfeed, what would our baby drink?""Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.Debra smirked, "Dummy, if the milk isn't expressed, it'll still hurt."Marion fell into thought. "Then let's not have kids. Just you and me, together for life. That sounds perfect. If you ever feel lonely, we can move to that house in the mountains and keep cats and dogs. Either way, I'll always be by your side. You'll never have to feel pain or loneliness."Debra's heart softened. "Okay."After they finished eating, Debra
Kale explained, "The only place open for delivery at this hour was a small joint, and the soup has gone cold in the chilly weather. Cold fish soup always turns fishy."Drake's face twisted in disgust. "Toss it. File a complaint.""Yes, boss." Kale picked up the fish soup and dumped it back into the bag.Drake stared at the documents on his desk, muttering, "A pampered lady knows how to make soup. What a surprise!"Then he suddenly remembered that Debra not only knew how to make soup but was also good at playing the piano, dancing, and manipulating people. It had been almost a year since they first met. He had kidnapped Debra multiple times but had never gained any advantage. Instead, he had lost a lot."She's my nemesis," he declared seriously.If Debra wasn't his nemesis, she couldn't have played him like a fool. Ever since she appeared in his life, he had been nothing but unlucky.His estate in Seamar City was burned down. One of his fiancées was dead, and the other publicly b
"Why is that?" Debra asked."I've grown used to life here. If I leave, I don't know where I'll go or if I'll find work. I don't even know where I'll live," Lara replied. "Mrs. Houston, you're right. I never sought revenge because, deep down, I'm selfish. If Drake dies, I'll lose the stable life I have now. I don't dare to face the uncertainties of the future."Debra nodded knowingly. It was hard to go from extravagance to frugality. If one had seen much of the world, they couldn't go back to being a frog in a well.Even though Drake kept Lara by his side for his purposes, she had enjoyed luxuries that ordinary people couldn't dream of.Despite being a maid, Lara ate gourmet meals, lived in a nice room, and witnessed the extravagant lifestyle of the upper class.She didn't have anyone to rely on and had no good education. Leaving Drake would only make her homeless.From the beginning, she and Drake had a mutually beneficial relationship. There was nothing to hate about it."It's
Kale tossed the fish onto the cutting board.Debra laughed, "What's going on? Running out of chefs?""We have chefs," Kale replied without missing a beat, "but none of them know how to make carp soup.""It's simple to make. What kind of chefs are they?" Debra reasoned."I'll come back for it in half an hour. Thank you for your help," Kale said, leaving the kitchen.Their whole exchange was simple and dry. Debra looked down at the fish and shook her head.Time passed, and eventually, Kale returned as promised. Debra, having simmered the soup for 20 minutes, handed him the steaming pot."There you go. But fish soup is a bit too nutritious for breakfast," she said."Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Houston," Kale said, his tone oddly formal.He quickly took the soup upstairs.Upstairs, Drake glanced at the fish soup and asked, "What's this?""Fish soup made by Mrs. Houston," Kale replied."Debra? She made this for me?" Drake raised an eyebrow. "Since when is she so kind to me?
"What do you mean my chef can't make fish soup?" Drake was confused.Then he realized that Kale must be behind this. His face darkened as he called out, "Kale, come in."Kale knew he couldn't keep this a secret for long, but he hadn't expected it to be exposed so quickly. With his head down, he entered the room. "Boss.""What's going on with this fish soup?" Drake demanded."I saw how you craved the soup, so I asked Mrs. Houston to make it.""And you used my name?""Yes."Drake wanted to curse, but with Debra still around, he held back."Get out."Kale turned to leave when Drake called out again, "You too."Debra was speechless, but she hadn't planned to stay anyway.Watching her go, Drake felt a heaviness in his chest. Kale, already at the door, tried to reason, "Boss, actually...""Shut up and get out!"Kale quietly closed the study door behind him.Suddenly, an angry voice rang out. "Where is he? Drake, show yourself!" Liza stormed in, followed by Garland, who caut
Liza ignored Garland and said, "I don't believe it. Bring them here."Not interested in arguing with her, Drake said, "They're upstairs. Go find them yourself."Garland hadn't expected Drake to be so accommodating this time. He grabbed Liza's arm and urged, "Let's go upstairs."Liza remained skeptical as she headed upstairs. Drake couldn't stand the sight of her and walked back to his study.Not knowing where Debra was staying, Liza asked Kale, "Which room are Debra and Marion in?"Having been insulted by her earlier, Kale shrugged. "Can't recall the room number. You'll have to figure it out yourself.""Is this how you treat your guests? If my brother is mad, you're in trouble."Garland's eyes widened, and he groaned inwardly, 'Making trouble for Drake? That's suicidal.'"Liza, calm down. You can't go around threatening people." Garland forced a smile, trying to ease the tension. "The second floor isn't that big. It won't take us much time to find out."He then dragged her tow
Chapter 1"Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!""Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away."The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled.The operating room reeked of blood.She had never seen so much blood before.At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind.'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?'The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan...""What?""Juan Nichols..."The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier.Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City.The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken a
Chapter 2Juan also looked over.A red figure stood out in the crowd.Debra, clad in a burgundy dress, seemed to captivate hearts with every gesture. Cameras flashed at her like she was a reigning superstar walking the red carpet.'Debra?'Juan took a moment to recognize her.In the past, Debra preferred light makeup and plain dresses. This was the first time Juan had seen her like this.Seeing Debra for the first time, Shelia was filled with jealousy.Compared to the alluring Debra, she seemed too plain."Debra looks stunning."Shelia's tone carried a subtle envy.Debra spotted them and walked over.Shelia thought Debra, unaware of her relationship with Juan, would be surprised or awkward, but Debra was poised and smiling."Mrs. Nichols is here. Who's the lady beside Mr. Nichols?" whispered a reporter.Debra approached, linking her arm with Juan's, and extended a hand towards Shelia. "You must be Shelia mentioned by Juan. Nice to meet you! I'm Debra. You can call me Mrs.
Liza ignored Garland and said, "I don't believe it. Bring them here."Not interested in arguing with her, Drake said, "They're upstairs. Go find them yourself."Garland hadn't expected Drake to be so accommodating this time. He grabbed Liza's arm and urged, "Let's go upstairs."Liza remained skeptical as she headed upstairs. Drake couldn't stand the sight of her and walked back to his study.Not knowing where Debra was staying, Liza asked Kale, "Which room are Debra and Marion in?"Having been insulted by her earlier, Kale shrugged. "Can't recall the room number. You'll have to figure it out yourself.""Is this how you treat your guests? If my brother is mad, you're in trouble."Garland's eyes widened, and he groaned inwardly, 'Making trouble for Drake? That's suicidal.'"Liza, calm down. You can't go around threatening people." Garland forced a smile, trying to ease the tension. "The second floor isn't that big. It won't take us much time to find out."He then dragged her tow
"What do you mean my chef can't make fish soup?" Drake was confused.Then he realized that Kale must be behind this. His face darkened as he called out, "Kale, come in."Kale knew he couldn't keep this a secret for long, but he hadn't expected it to be exposed so quickly. With his head down, he entered the room. "Boss.""What's going on with this fish soup?" Drake demanded."I saw how you craved the soup, so I asked Mrs. Houston to make it.""And you used my name?""Yes."Drake wanted to curse, but with Debra still around, he held back."Get out."Kale turned to leave when Drake called out again, "You too."Debra was speechless, but she hadn't planned to stay anyway.Watching her go, Drake felt a heaviness in his chest. Kale, already at the door, tried to reason, "Boss, actually...""Shut up and get out!"Kale quietly closed the study door behind him.Suddenly, an angry voice rang out. "Where is he? Drake, show yourself!" Liza stormed in, followed by Garland, who caut
Kale tossed the fish onto the cutting board.Debra laughed, "What's going on? Running out of chefs?""We have chefs," Kale replied without missing a beat, "but none of them know how to make carp soup.""It's simple to make. What kind of chefs are they?" Debra reasoned."I'll come back for it in half an hour. Thank you for your help," Kale said, leaving the kitchen.Their whole exchange was simple and dry. Debra looked down at the fish and shook her head.Time passed, and eventually, Kale returned as promised. Debra, having simmered the soup for 20 minutes, handed him the steaming pot."There you go. But fish soup is a bit too nutritious for breakfast," she said."Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Houston," Kale said, his tone oddly formal.He quickly took the soup upstairs.Upstairs, Drake glanced at the fish soup and asked, "What's this?""Fish soup made by Mrs. Houston," Kale replied."Debra? She made this for me?" Drake raised an eyebrow. "Since when is she so kind to me?
"Why is that?" Debra asked."I've grown used to life here. If I leave, I don't know where I'll go or if I'll find work. I don't even know where I'll live," Lara replied. "Mrs. Houston, you're right. I never sought revenge because, deep down, I'm selfish. If Drake dies, I'll lose the stable life I have now. I don't dare to face the uncertainties of the future."Debra nodded knowingly. It was hard to go from extravagance to frugality. If one had seen much of the world, they couldn't go back to being a frog in a well.Even though Drake kept Lara by his side for his purposes, she had enjoyed luxuries that ordinary people couldn't dream of.Despite being a maid, Lara ate gourmet meals, lived in a nice room, and witnessed the extravagant lifestyle of the upper class.She didn't have anyone to rely on and had no good education. Leaving Drake would only make her homeless.From the beginning, she and Drake had a mutually beneficial relationship. There was nothing to hate about it."It's
Kale explained, "The only place open for delivery at this hour was a small joint, and the soup has gone cold in the chilly weather. Cold fish soup always turns fishy."Drake's face twisted in disgust. "Toss it. File a complaint.""Yes, boss." Kale picked up the fish soup and dumped it back into the bag.Drake stared at the documents on his desk, muttering, "A pampered lady knows how to make soup. What a surprise!"Then he suddenly remembered that Debra not only knew how to make soup but was also good at playing the piano, dancing, and manipulating people. It had been almost a year since they first met. He had kidnapped Debra multiple times but had never gained any advantage. Instead, he had lost a lot."She's my nemesis," he declared seriously.If Debra wasn't his nemesis, she couldn't have played him like a fool. Ever since she appeared in his life, he had been nothing but unlucky.His estate in Seamar City was burned down. One of his fiancées was dead, and the other publicly b
"What nursing?" Marion asked.Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?""Not really.""It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?""Only for women.""Got it. If you ever want kids in the future...""You'll make soup for me?""I won't let you drink it.""Why not?""I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."Debra couldn't hold back her giggles. "So, if I don't breastfeed, what would our baby drink?""Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.Debra smirked, "Dummy, if the milk isn't expressed, it'll still hurt."Marion fell into thought. "Then let's not have kids. Just you and me, together for life. That sounds perfect. If you ever feel lonely, we can move to that house in the mountains and keep cats and dogs. Either way, I'll always be by your side. You'll never have to feel pain or loneliness."Debra's heart softened. "Okay."After they finished eating, Debra
Debra hung up the phone, determined to make Theda pay for hurting Marion."What are you doing sneaking around in the kitchen?"Drake's voice suddenly came from behind her. Startled, Debra turned around and sulked, "Do you always sneak up on people like that?""I just came to the kitchen to find something to eat. I didn't know you'd be here making calls," he replied, walking past her to grab some instant noodles from the fridge.Debra was puzzled. "Don't you have a chef?""At this hour? The chef is long gone," Drake snorted, tearing open the packet.Then he noticed a white clay pot simmering on the stove, giving off a delicious aroma."What's that?""What else? Soup for Marion.""There are servants in this house. You don't have to do it by yourself.""Marion doesn't like soup made by others."She lifted the lid to reveal a creamy soup. Drake wrinkled his nose."Isn't fish soup for nursing mothers? Is Marion on maternity leave or something?""Who told you that? It's savory a
At the Buchan Group Headquarters, Theda stood in front of a large shipping container, her hand resting on her chin. "What's inside?""We're not sure. The airline just delivered it this morning. They said it was shipped from Orkgate," the assistant replied."Orkgate?" Theda hesitated. "Open it."The assistant stepped forward and opened the container.As soon as the content was revealed, she freaked out, "Ma'am, it's Robert."Theda rushed over to check on him. Inside the container, Robert lay unconscious, his eyes tightly shut. His face was pale, drained of color."Robert!" Theda called out, patting his face.Then she noticed the blood starting to seep through the wound on his abdomen.She cried out, "Call a doctor."The assistant rushed out to fetch help. Meanwhile, Theda contacted the front desk."Find out who sent this.""It's Debra Houston."The news brought Theda a sense of foreboding. For the past few days, no one knew where Robert had been. She had searched everywhere
Drake didn't hear any noise downstairs."Haven't Debra and Marion come in?""They should have.""Then why hasn't anyone come to report me?""Boss, you said you weren't going to welcome them."Lately, Kale found it hard to figure out what Drake was thinking. One moment he was against something, and the next he was going along with it.The wedding was an example. At first, he said he wasn't going, but later, he did. Then it was this recent event. He didn't mean to hurt Marion, but he claimed that it was intentional.Now, he was doing it again, inviting them over but refusing to welcome them."Yeah. I don't care if they stay or leave," Drake said, standing up. "I'm hungry. Tell someone to make dinner."He came downstairs, but Debra was nowhere to be seen.He glanced at Lara, who was still cleaning. "Have they gone to their rooms?""Yes," Lara faltered, "but they went to the same room."Drake frowned. "I told you to prepare two rooms. Why are they sharing?""Mrs. Houston said