By now, Juan should have received the false information leaked by Debra.Calling her back now indicated his dissatisfaction with the investigation's results."I've never heard of Tracy McKinney before," Juan said, observing her expression.Debra remained composed, giving away nothing.Tracy was her, and she was Tracy.She had used a fake identity, so it was normal that Juan couldn't find anything."Me too. Maybe some foreign entrepreneur." Debra casually diverted the topic. "Did you call me back just to ask me this? I don't have time for such boring questions."With that, she got up. Juan took a deep breath and asked helplessly, "How much longer are you going to keep this tantrum?"It had been three months since Debra came home. He thought giving her some space would make her give in, but he hadn't expected her to stand firm this time."I'm not throwing a tantrum. Since you don't want a divorce, I'll have to force your hand."Her words ignited Juan's anger. "Is that what you
Debra pushed herself up from the sofa. Her eyes held a cold sarcasm towards Juan. "I've told you what you want to know. Can I leave now?""Hold on!" Juan grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going? To find Marion?""Let go!" Debra shook off his grip. "Where I go is my business, none of yours!""Don't forget that you're my wife." Juan stepped closer, adjusting his tie. "You used to like me, remember? You wanted to be with me. Now I'm giving you what you wanted. You're not going to see Marion.""Have you lost your mind?" Debra snapped."Maybe I have. Only a madman would let you run around like this."Juan held her wrist firmly, pushing her back onto the sofa. His eyes burned with possessiveness. "Tonight, you're not leaving this house.""Let go of me!"Her struggle only served to fuel Juan's anger."Let go? Weren't you eager for this before?"Juan tore at her dress, revealing her fair skin and a scar on her chest that heightened his desire.Juan's gut churned with a fiery intensi
After all, the person Tracy rejected wasn't just anyone. It was Juan Nichols.No one else in Seamar City dared to defy him like this.In his office, Juan was reading the news with a sullen face.The topic of the Nichols Group CEO being rejected by the McKinney Group CEO was trending.Everyone wondered who was behind the suddenly prominent McKinney Group, daring enough to snub Juan publicly."Sir, this news was leaked intentionally. I've already instructed an investigation. We'll have results soon," said Joe, noticing Juan's grim expression."This is definitely linked to the McKinney Group," replied Juan.He had simply wanted to meet Tracy, but the latter had played entirely out of turn, even turning this into a trending topic.Tracy was trying to ride on the Nichols Group's reputation to boost the McKinney Group's visibility."Sir, the trending topic should be taken down before it affects the company's image."To everyone, the Nichols Group was the undisputed leader in Seamar
Debra extended a finger, saying, "One more thing, spread the word that Tracy will be there to enjoy the masquerade with everyone."Randy was puzzled, but Marion understood her intent.Debra fiddled with the badge in her hand.Over the past few months, she had made Tracy's name well-known and shrouded in mystery.It was all for this day.At the banquet, Juan watched the crowd with no trace of happiness on his face.Joe reported, "I've had people count. All the major business owners are here, except Tracy."Juan hummed indifferently.Joe asked hesitantly, "Sir, do you have concerns?"Juan remained silent for a moment and asked, "Any moves from the McKinney Group?"Joe shook his head. "There's been no news of them making any moves. Perhaps they know they've offended us, so they're keeping quiet."Juan frowned, not believing Tracy would just be a sitting duck.His current counterattack was a declaration of sovereignty over Seamar City, and surely Tracy knew that.If Tracy rema
Juan's indifference surprised Shelia.Joe came up and said, "Miss Miles, please come with me upstairs to change."Shelia lowered her head and replied softly, "Okay."As she turned to follow Joe, Juan's voice cut through the air. "Remove your makeup too."Her heart lurched. "But...""You're still a student, Shelia. This mature and flashy makeup doesn't suit you," interrupted Juan.His words stung, and she felt a pang of bitterness. She had spent hours perfecting her makeup, hoping to impress him.'Is it so unbearable?' she thought."Is the dress really that bad?" she asked Joe, seeking some form of validation.Joe looked back at her, his expression bland. "Mr. Nichols prepared this dress for his wife."Shelia was shocked by the revelation. "But the gatekeeper said it was sent by you for me.""That must have been a mistake in communication," Joe replied, his tone cold. "Miss Miles, you weren't supposed to come today."The words hit Shelia like a slap, leaving her feeling mort
Debra was worried that Jordan might cause trouble. She quickly said, "Don't get upset. Actually...""I don't care. I'm going to teach Juan a lesson he won't forget," Jordan cut her off.The line went dead. Debra was dazed, a sense of foreboding washing over her.Erica looked up from her phone, noticing Debra's distress."What's wrong? Who was that?" she asked, sitting up on the bed. "Where are you going?""To Maple Hotel.""To attend the banquet?" Erica's eyes widened. "But you didn't want to go just now.""Jordan's going to confront Juan. I'm afraid he'll cause a scene," Debra explained, her brow furrowed with worry.She knew Jordan's temper and, with Andrew absent due to illness, there would be no one to rein him in."That hothead is reckless, still fighting at his age," Erica said, putting down her snacks.She grabbed her bag and led the way out.They sped towards the hotel, only to be halted at the entrance by security."Please show me your invitation."Erica scoffed,
"So, what's happening now?" Erica chimed in."Well..." Joe hesitated.Before he could finish, Debra pushed past him and stormed into the room. "Jordan! Jordan!""Madam, wait!" Joe protested, but Debra was already inside.Tracing the sounds of a scuffle, she found Juan towering over Jordan, his fist connecting with Jordan's jaw."Stop!" She rushed forward, placing herself between them.Juan was surprised by her arrival. "What? Are you going to protect him?""Move aside! I'm going to teach him a lesson," Jordan snarled, trying to push her aside.Debra rebuked him, "Shut up!""Juan, I'm so scared," whispered Shelia.Across the room, Shelia was huddled on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Juan's coat was draped over her. She glanced at Debra, her eyes filled with tears, before quickly looking away.Debra turned back to Jordan, lowering her voice. "What happened here?"Jordan took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger. "I came to see what these
Shelia sobbed, tugging at Juan's sleeve. "Juan, it's all my fault for not locking the door. Don't blame Mr. Jordan Potter. If the police get involved, I'll be too embarrassed to face anyone."Disgusted by her dramatic act, Jordan wanted to go up and hit her. Debra grabbed his wrist and shook her head.Feeling sorry for Shelia, Juan glanced at them. "Do you want to make this public?""According to Jordon, he barged in without doing anything to her. Calling the police is just to clarify things. Their stories contradict each other, and clearly, someone is lying," Debra said, turning to Shelia with a hint of sarcasm. "Are you afraid the police will find out the truth?"Shelia's sobbing abruptly stopped. She countered, "Debra, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm lying?"Debra shrugged. "We'll find out after a thorough investigation."Jordan nodded firmly. "I have no objections."Shelia was scared. "Juan, I'm afraid this will damage the reputation of your family.""Are you afraid Jo