Erica stared at the portrait. Memories of her childhood flashed through her mind.It was Caleb who taught her to be strong and independent, trained her in fighting skills, and showed her how to protect herself. He had also shared wisdom about life and survival.She remembered one time when he took her to the greenhouse. Surrounded by roses, he said, "Loving someone is like tending to flowers. Only with care and dedication can they bloom beautifully."He taught her how to plant flowers and cherish them. Back then, she was just a budding girl. 20 years later, she was the president of the Mathis Group. She had bloomed like a dazzling rose, just as Caleb had predicted."Caleb, rest in peace," she muttered, tightening her grip on Randy's hand....At the Potter Mansion, Barton glanced at Andrew, who was staring out the window."Sir, the guests have all arrived at the funeral. Aren't you going?""No. Someone else will represent me.""You mean...""Jordan should've returned by now."
"Are you going to stay in Seamar City?" Erica asked.Jordan hummed, "For now, I'm not leaving."Marion walked up, and Jordan felt an invisible pressure.Marion spoke. "You smell like gunpowder."The atmosphere around them shifted with his words, but Jordan remained composed.Erica chimed in, "Isn't that normal since he's in the army?"Randy leaned in and sniffed. "I don't smell anything."Jordan casually lifted his coat, revealing a gun at his waist. "He's not wrong, but it's normal, isn't it? I think he has got more gunpowder on him than I do.""That's true." Randy nodded. "Alright, stop comparing. I'm starving.""Caleb is starving." Erica looked at her watch and added, "At this time, he should already be eating. Let's go. I've got all his favorite foods ready."She looped her arm through Debra's and said, "Forget about these people. Let's go."Debra glanced at Jordan, sensing that something about him had changed. And Marion wouldn't target someone without reason."I've go
Marion opened a bottle of whisky and poured full glasses for everyone.Randy raised his glass and said, "To Caleb.""To Caleb," the others echoed.Erica, known for her drinking prowess, downed her whisky at one go. Debra followed suit, though she wasn't used to drinking strong spirits. Marion was the last to drink, finishing his with a straightforward ease.The four of them sat around the table, staring at the dishes spread before them.Erica clicked her tongue. "Honestly, how did Caleb get to his age eating this kind of junk?"Randy chimed in, "Exactly. I stopped eating this stuff after high school."Erica muttered, "Was it because abalone and lobster didn't suit his taste? No. It's because he couldn't chew them."Everyone burst into laughter."Come on, let's toast to Caleb." Randy raised his glass again.Tonight, it seemed like there were too many unsaid words between them. They all poured out their hearts.Randy clapped Marion on the shoulder. "Seriously, how did you deal
Just then, Debra's phone rang.She checked it out and found it was Garland. As soon as the line went through, his anxious voice came through."Why aren't you guys back yet? I've called you so many times, and none of you answered. I thought you all committed suicide.""What's up?""You don't know? The Lowe Group has a new successor. Overnight, they convinced all the shareholders to make him the new CEO."Debra's heart skipped a beat. Her gaze darted to Marion, who immediately sensed the gravity of the situation.He shook Randy awake and roused Erica. "Something's happened. We need to go back now."Still groggy, Erica and Randy followed them, catching a cab back to the Potter Mansion. As they entered, the TV was broadcasting the news about the new successor of the Lowe Group.Randy was puzzled. "Isn't Drake the biggest shareholder? Who has the power to remove him?""Those behind the scenes," Debra said, her brows furrowed.She just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.Eric
Everyone was deep in thought when Debra caught sight of Jordan standing a short distance away.She hadn't noticed when he arrived, and neither had anyone else. They were all too absorbed in watching the news to pay attention.Randy followed Debra's gaze and looked over. He jumped. "Jordan, you scared the hell out of me. Why did you walk without a sound?""I've been here for ages," Jordan replied calmly. "You were all so focused on the news that you didn't notice me.""Kid, looks like being in the army really changes a person. I didn't even notice you sneaking up. You've gotten pretty good at hiding your presence," Erica chuckled, patting his shoulder.Jordan frowned. "I'm not a kid anymore. I have a name. Stop calling me that."Erica wasn't bothered. "You'll always be our little brother. Don't forget who taught you how to do a spinning kick when you were little."As the tension eased a little, Debra spoke up. "Let's head to the office. Who knows what kind of chaos is brewing ou
"That plot of land. Is there something wrong with the land?" Debra replied."It's not the land itself, but your over-reliance on it," Marion said.He hadn't pointed it out before because this plot of land had brought in significant profits. However, if they wanted to confront that mastermind, they couldn't just rely on this land alone."I get what you mean." Debra nodded, "If I'm just the head of the McKinney Group, I'm not qualified to meet those people.""They have been suppressing our moves," Marion said. If we want to lure them out, we'll need unconventional methods."He placed a document into her hands. "This is from Caleb, for you.""For me?" Debra was surprised.She took the folder, opened it, and found a share transfer agreement inside, along with a land transfer agreement and a will."Is this the Houston Group's land?""Yes. Caleb probably sensed that something was going to happen, so he prepared these documents and the will in advance. Now all the resources are in yo
Juan was unperturbed. "Why do you think I'd show her mercy?""Wouldn't you?" Melody asked back, taking a deep breath. "She is nothing but trouble to us. You made foolish choices for her and experienced an exile life. Now you should know how fortunate you are to lead our family."She then handed him a document. "This is the 10% stake I spent my entire savings to buy from Debra. With this, you're the largest shareholder. No one will be able to shake your position again."Juan glanced at it, a self-mocking smile playing on his lips.Melody had held onto these shares all her life, never intending to hand them over to him. Now she was offering them willingly. Clearly, things hadn't been going well for her lately."Don't worry, Grandma. I won't give them a way out. Marion will die, and so will Debra," he replied.Melody was surprised. "What?""Why? Didn't you want her dead too? You even hired someone to kill her, didn't you?" Juan asked, puzzled.Melody forced a smile. "It's true, bu
Melody fumed, watching Juan leave.She spat, "Taking the shares and turning your back. Like mother, like son. How disrespectful!"Juan stopped in his tracks and looked back at her. "Grandma, in this family, the one with power has the right to speak. Isn't that what you've always taught me? I've taken that lesson to heart. You're part of the family too. You shouldn't forget the rules."Melody was stunned. The Nichols family had always followed strict, conservative rules. Women were expected to obey their husbands and care for the household. In truth, these rules were not made from the beginning.Melody made them for her daughter-in-law to follow.When her husband was still around, he never restrained her. She was just unwilling to let go of those old-fashioned ideas, and those rules were just tools for her to control the next generations.Juan had known this for a long time but had never spoken up out of respect for Melody. But over the years, she had become more and more parano
Erica rushed forward and said, "Barton, you're here just in time. I need to ask you something."Barton cut her off. "Mr. Andrew Potter's condition has suddenly worsened. It's very serious right now. Please come back with me immediately.""What?" Debra exclaimed. "He was fine yesterday."An image of the previous day suddenly popped into her mind. Jordan had gone into Andrew's room right after she left."Do you know about this?" Debra asked. "Jordan is the new president of the Lowe Group?"Barton, as Andrew's trusted aide, was supposed to know if this was part of Andrew's plan."What?" Barton was puzzled. "Mr. Jordan Potter?"Debra decided to go upstairs to confront Jordan. Erica quickly reached out to stop her."Where are you going? Didn't you just say we can't go up there earlier?""I have to go and ask him. What is he doing? Betraying the family?""Betrayal it is," Liza chimed in. "I'm going with you."She grabbed Debra's arm and rushed up the stairs.The guards immediatel
"What's going on?"Liza looked around, and her gaze landed on a huge pendulum clock on the wall.It gave a low, echoing chime. Debra looked over and saw it struck eight at night.A beam of light shone down onto a sofa on the second floor. Sitting on it was a masked man.Debra stared at him and had an oddly familiar feeling.Erica had the same feeling. "This guy...""Welcome to the party. I am the Lowe Group's new president."The voice was so familiar that both Debra and Erica froze in shock.Liza patted them on the shoulder. "Is that Andrew's brother? Did I hear wrong?"She didn't know what was going on, but the new president turned out to be Jordan.Just a few days ago, when they saw the news, he hadn't said anything.On the second floor, Jordan removed his mask, revealing a frosty face. Everyone stared at him in surprise because Jordan had disappeared from Seamar City for an entire year.He used to be reckless and lazy. Somehow, he became the new president of the Lowe G
"What is this? Do I have to wear this ugly thing to attend your party?" Liza grumbled, tossing the mask back with disdain. "I spent two hours on my makeup. If I wear this, all that effort will go to waste. No way I'm wearing it."The security guard replied politely, "I'm sorry, but rules are rules. Without the mask, you can't go in.""I've never heard of such a ridiculous rule," Liza huffed, ready to leave.Debra grabbed her hand. "Don't you want to have fun anymore?""I..." Liza hesitated.Debra leaned in and whispered, "The new president of the Lowe Group is trying to impress people. Just put on the mask and take it off once you're inside. What are they gonna do? Can they just throw you out?""Sounds like a plan." Liza nodded. "Even Drake didn't dare mess with me. Why should I care about them?"She picked up the mask again and put it on.Erica nudged Debra. "I guess you're going to be a pro at handling kids."Debra pressed a finger to her lips.The three of them entered the
Faced with the same question, Debra explained again, "Got it from a fall when I was a kid.""Fell?" Erica muttered, skeptical. "It doesn't look so."She suddenly remembered something major from back in the day. The major families all sent their representatives over.There had been a little girl who was injured on her back and rushed to the hospital.Erica remembered it well because Andrew had been holding that girl."What's wrong?" Debra turned and saw Erica spacing out.Erica came to her senses. "Ah... Nothing. It doesn't look like a fall.""You're talking like Liza." Debra twirled in front of the mirror and said, "What do you think? Should I change into something else? It doesn't look so good if it reveals the scar.""Why not wear this one instead?" Liza came out, holding an azure gown. "It's pretty and not too flashy."Debra took it and nodded with satisfaction. "This one it is."Liza grabbed Erica and pulled her toward the changing room. "I picked one for you too. Let's g
At her call, ten bodyguards walked into the room.Debra explained, "For safety's sake, these are our bodyguards for the day. Get familiar with them so there are no misunderstandings later."Liza was unimpressed. "Are ten of them enough? I usually bring 20."Erica snorted, "You want 20. Ask your daddy. Too many people will be arrestive.""What? Are you judging me?" Liza fumed."I am. I haven't even slapped you yet," Erica countered, rolling up her sleeves.Debra quickly stepped in. "Alright, it's about time. Let's go."She grabbed Erica's arm and headed toward the door. Liza followed them reluctantly.The whole morning was spent at a salon. Debra and Erica kept yawning, but Liza was full of energy."Is she really a spoiled lady?" Erica muttered, trailing behind Liza. "My barn needs a workhorse like her."Finally, they arrived at the store Liza had mentioned. Debra and Erica were grateful for a short break.Liza pulled Debra over. "Look at all these beautiful dresses. Can't wa
The next morning, Debra was shaken awake by Liza."Debra, get up," Liza urged, moving to pull off the blankets.Debra had stayed up all night going through the materials that Andrew gave her.She was still exhausted and buried her head under the covers."It's still early. What do you want?""Get up. Let's go pick a dress. I heard there's a great store."Debra couldn't focus, and she didn't want to hear any of it. All she wanted to do was sleep."Marion, get her out of here," she yelled.Marion knocked and came in. "Please leave."He had just finished preparing breakfast for Debra.Liza was upset. "I asked my dad to help you guys. And this is how you repay me? Fine, I'll go by myself tonight."With that, she headed toward the door.Debra sighed and got up. "Alright, I'll go with you. Is that okay?""That's more like it," Liza smiled. "I'll wait for you outside. Hurry up."She hummed a tune and skipped out of the room.Debra rubbed her temples. Marion said, "If you don't w
Barton held the medicine in front of Andrew and pleaded, "Sir, please take your medicine, alright? Take it, get some rest, and by tomorrow, you'll feel better. Mrs. Houston will still be here."Andrew relaxed a little. It was true.Debra was alive. She was beautiful, elegant, and clever, just as he had always imagined. She had gotten married and was living a happy life."Being my wife is dangerous," he murmured to himself. "The life she has now is the best path I could have given her."He swallowed the pills and leaned back against the bed. Sleep eluded him, but his memories didn't.Once again, he was transported back 16 years.Jordan and the six-year-old Debra were kidnapped. His parents rushed to save Jordan but were ambushed. Both lost their lives.Andrew did his best to rescue Debra, but his legs were injured during the process.He cradled the unconscious, injured Debra in his arms, crawling desperately away from the explosions. For the first time, he understood what despai
"Help me!"A little girl's desperate cries echoed in Andrew's mind, and he woke up from a dream.The room was pitch black and eerily silent. As if drained, he weakly leaned against the head of the bed. Fragments of a memory flickered in his mind like a haunting replay."Hold my hand.""Hug me."A sweet, childlike voice seemed to call out to him again, as if it had traveled through time to reach him. He opened his eyes and was pulled into a memory from many years ago.The summer air carried the fresh scent of grass. In the courtyard, koi fish chased one another in the pond. Sunlight bathed the entire yard, its warmth embracing everything in its reach.He was just an 11-year-old boy then. In front of him stood a little girl with a chubby face. Her little hands tugged at his sleeve.Andrew bent down, as if this moment had been predestined, and smiled at her. "What now?""Swing-swing," replied the girl, pointing at a swing set not far away."It's a swing.""Swing-swing.""Alrig
Standing outside was Jordan.He asked bluntly, "What are you doing here?""I came to visit Andrew," Debra replied with a frown, sensing hostility. "Anything wrong with that?"Jordan pressed his lips together. "How is he?""Not so good. He's been coughing," Debra replied, shaking her head. "I'll leave now."Barton spoke up. "Mrs. Houston, you left something behind.""Oh right, the report Ben gave me," Debra responded, walking back to the desk to grab the papers.Once she left, Jordan went into the room and closed the door behind him.Debra paused, wondering why Andrew asked her to hide his fake illness from Jordan."Hey."Suddenly, a voice startled Debra. She turned around and saw Liza standing behind her.Liza looked puzzled. "What are you staring at so intently?"Debra composed herself and asked, "What's up?""Nothing, just bored. I haven't seen you around lately," Liza pouted. "Didn't you guys get into some kind of trouble? I called my dad. Don't worry. Within three days