Bert sighed, "She was always frail. After giving birth to Liza, her health got even worse. She spent most of her time in the hospital, while I was trying to figure out how to cut ties with the Illuminati. Back then, they made it clear. If I wanted out, there'd be a price. It could've been my status or wealth, but never in my worst nightmares did I think the price would be her life."Debra froze. "They killed your wife?"Bert's expression darkened, his voice heavy with regret and hatred. "That day, the hospital called, saying she was bleeding out. I rushed there, but by the time I arrived, all I saw was her cold body in the morgue.""You mean they drained the hospital's blood supply?"A chill ran down her spine. In her past life, she had also suffered massive blood loss during childbirth, only to find out all the A-type blood in the hospital had been transferred by Shelia.But now, she wasn't so sure.Even if Shelia had Juan wrapped around her finger, pulling off something like th
"Maybe you never truly understood him," Debra disagreed. "He genuinely cares for Liza. He might have his reasons.""I hope so," Bert said tiredly. "I will do my part against the Illuminati. You young folks are more capable than us. Just promise me you'll take care of Liza. She's been spoiled her whole life and doesn't know the world's dangers."He paused, then continued, "But since she made friends with you, she has matured a lot. I've lived long enough to know that money isn't everything. Staying alive is what matters. Please look after her. She truly values your friendship, and I believe you do too."Debra nodded. "I promise, I'll take care of her.""There's nothing more I need to say," Bert said, handing Debra a badge. "Please keep this."The badge was different from the others they had recently seized. It had a phoenix emblem. It was the most complete badge Debra had ever seen."This belongs to the core members of the Illuminati," Bert explained. "Their goal is to create a pe
Debra found it laughable.They called themselves the great minds of this era after committing all those vile acts. They were no heroes of humanity.They weren't saving the world. They were just securing their wealth and power."By the way, how is Michael doing?" she asked, changing the subject."His injuries aren't too bad. With some rest, he'll recover in a few days. I'll have the butler take you to him," Bert replied.With many questions to ask Michael, she followed the butler to a corner room on the second floor. She pushed open the door and saw Michael lying in bed."Knew you'd come today," he smiled."And you're still laughing? You look like hell." Debra sat down beside him. "How are you feeling?""I'll live.""Who attacked you?""A man in a black cloak and a mask.""The Illuminati?""Given your descriptions, I believe he's one of them.""Why did he attack you?""I turned him down." He placed a black envelope in her hand. "They left this at my hotel room door. Matche
"I feel the same way. But with friends like you, I'm not afraid," Debra said."Do you?" Michael laughed. "You pushed everyone away to face the Illuminati alone.""I still have you," she said."So, I'm important to you?" he asked, looking at her intently."You were the first to believe in me when I had nothing," she replied. "You've been by my side all these years. Of course, you're important."In her past life, she had failed him. In this life, she wanted to elevate him to the top.And he was willing to do anything to support her.Michael looked at her for a long time. "Good to know.""Don't go out or investigate the Illuminati for now. You'll be safe here," Debra said, placing a bag of chocolates on the bed. "I got these from that shop you love. Your manager said you always go there. Get better and don't worry about anything else."Michael stared at the chocolates. After Debra left, he picked up the bag.The chocolates were beautifully arranged in a nine-slot box. He picked
In the past hour, Lara had called her countless times.Debra wasn't surprised. Instead, she calmly called back. Lara picked up quickly. Her voice carried a hint of apology."Fermin came and killed all the servants. I didn't expose Miss Eaton, but I had to send her back. I'm really sorry.""You don't need to apologize. Fermin's a tough one. It's good enough that you kept yourself and me out of it.""Still, I feel bad about screwing up the task.""By the way, why did he kill everyone and spare you?" Debra's question cut sharply.Lara seemed ready for it. "Maybe because I'm the head of the Sharp family. That's what I think."Debra wasn't sold on that answer. "How did he track her down so fast?"Lara's eyes flickered, but Debra didn't press. Instead, she said, "I've got some business back in Seamar City. I'm sorry for the trouble."After the call ended, Lara stared at the screen, wondering if Debra had found out the truth. The question lingered in her mind for only a moment. Then
Debra almost rolled her eyes at that.Drake's smarts came and went. Sometimes he was sharp; other times, she wondered if he was just faking it.Marion had been right about one thing. Drake's reign over Orkgate owed a lot to luck."When you got hit, the Lowe Group went to Jordan," she explained. "But we know Jordan's one of us. After Jeffery died, he handed power back to you. Then you got nabbed by the Illuminati. Orkgate turned into a mess. Sure, the Trennery family looked like they were thriving, but the Sharp family, supposedly under your thumb, didn't take a single hit. Isn't that weird?""You've got a point," Drake muttered, leaning against the headboard. "But the Sharp family has always had clout in Orkgate.""The Illuminati's whole deal is sucking big companies dry to feed their members," Debra countered. "The Sharp family's a juicy target. Why would the Illuminati pass up such a fat duck?"She paused, letting the information sink in. "When Marion and I went to Orkgate to f
"What are you doing?" Debra shot to her feet. I'm telling you this so that you can get ready. I'm not sending you to Orkgate and take her head off.""Doesn't she deserve it?" Drake fumed, shoving Kale aside. "I can handle being played by you, but who the hell is she to mess with me?"Debra ignored the rant. "Chill out. This is no rushed work.""How am I supposed to chill?" he snapped. "Orkgate's my turf."He'd just visited Seamar City, and now his home base was slipping away. Anyone would lose it over that."You going back now won't help," Debra said. "The Lowe Group's a tangled mess. You're the boss, sure, but you can't take on the Illuminati behind it. What's confronting Lara gonna do? You'd stand there, powerless to even touch her. That'd just piss you off more.""Mrs. Houston has a point, sir," Kale chimed in. "Better to heal up first."Drake shot him a glare, and Kale shut up fast.Debra went on, "I faked some security footage and gave it to Fermin. Made him think the Illu
"Who are you so jumpy?" Debra stared at him, puzzled.Every time Andrew came up, Drake would clam up."I'm injured here," he sulked. "Stop bothering me. You can go if you're done"He turned to Kale. "Escort Mrs. Houston out. Do I have to spell it out?""Yes, boss," Kale said, stepping toward with a polite gesture."Rest up then," Debra said. "I won't have time to chat with you anyway."She glanced at Kale. "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run around. The Illuminati wants his head. I'm not sure I can save him again.""Understood," Kale replied smoothly.Drake's frown deepened. "Who's your boss here, her or me?"Kale glanced between them, stammering, "You are, Boss.""Then get back here. Since when do you take orders from someone else?" Drake huffed.Debra smirked at his childish outburst. "I'm out."Jordan rushed home when he heard Debra was back."Something up? Why the hurry?" she asked."You're all relaxed, huh?" Jordan joked, dodging work talk. "While I've got a pile
Back at the Potter Mansion, Debra stared at the equity document. Her father's handwriting and the Frazier Group's stamp stood out.She dug into a drawer, pulling out her seal which hadn't been used for two years. She pressed it onto blank paper, comparing it to the one on the document. She expected differences, but they were the same.That stamp was real. Her father had signed off on this.She didn't get it. In her memory, they and the Potters barely crossed paths.A knock came at the door, interrupting her thoughts. She stashed the seal fast. "Come in."Marion stepped inside, and she smiled, "You're polite to knock. Thought it was Erica.""Didn't wanna barge in and spook you," Marion replied, nodding at the equity document. "Still thinking about that?""I tried to figure out why Andrew has our shares," Debra said. "I've been at it all afternoon and still don't get it.""Andrew's a big-picture guy. Maybe it was just a deal between your families. Let it go," Marion said, rufflin
"Mrs. Houston." Jordan's voice snapped her back.He continued, "Pass this equity document around. Let everyone see it. With Andrew's vote, Mrs. Houston stays."The shareholders inspected it. Once they confirmed the stamp and legal weight, the outcome was obvious."What now?" Jordan eyed Jason, who remained composed on the surface but felt bitter inside."You pushed for a fair vote," Jordan said. "Aren't you satisfied with the outcome? You won't threaten them to change their votes, will you? Well, I brought some people too. They can spar a little if you like."The room crackled with tension. Those shareholders, sensing trouble, started slipping out.The outcome was clear, with Debra winning."Well then, we're out," Jason said."Hold up," Debra stood, stepping toward him. "Tell Michael he can keep the shares he bought. But the 30% I gave my friend? He doesn't deserve it. I want it back in three days. If he doesn't deliver, I'll take it my way.""I'll pass it on," Jason replied,
"I vote for Mr. Austin." Kraig kept his head down.Debra fell silent. She'd braced for the worst, but never thought a veteran on her team would betray her."Well, that settles it," Jason smiled. "Mrs. Houston, the top spot isn't yours anymore. The shareholders have spoken..."Jordan's voice cut through the room. "Who said that's the final vote?"His appearance surprised everyone, including Debra."Didn't you double-check the McKinney Group's shares?" he added.Seven shareholders were present: four from the Frazier Group, and three from the corporate side. The results of the vote were clear enough.Jason didn't flinch. "I don't think you hold any shares. You've got no say here.""I don't," Jordan replied. "But someone does."He pulled out an equity document. "This is Andrew's 1% stake in the McKinney Group. He authorized me to vote for Mrs. Houston."Jason's brow furrowed. The other shareholders swapped confused looks. They had never heard Andrew had any shares.Debra stared
The people saying these things were all entrepreneurs who'd bought shares in the Frazier Group. Debra had long known what they were. They were sexists who'd never let a woman hold real power."You guys don't seem to hold that many shares yourselves, do you?" Debra leaned back in her chair. "Anyone else want me to step down? Or got a problem with me? Just spit it out."The room went quiet. If this election could've been neutral, they'd have rather sat it out. But that wasn't an option."If no one's got anything to say, let's vote," Debra said lazily. "Let's see how many of you want me gone.""Think carefully before you open your mouth. It'll save us trouble," Marion chimed in.The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the room. The air tensed instantly.Marion wasn't big on brain games. He preferred action. If these people hadn't contributed to the company, he'd have brought in his people instead of listening to their nonsense."Are you threatening us?" Jason said. "This ele
Debra's eyes narrowed at this guy she'd never heard of.Michael had kept it under wraps, proving he had never fully trusted her."Mrs. Houston," Jason said, "I'm here for Mr. Austin to negotiate. He called this shareholder vote in the name of the biggest stakeholder. He's got the right to kick it off. Any objections?"Debra plopped into the head chair. "Cut the polite crap. Everyone's here. Objections or not, this vote's happening, right? No way it's that simple.""Mrs. Houston," Jason said coolly, "today's vote's straightforward: who's better suited as the McKinney Group CEO, you or Mr. Austin? Everyone here sees what you both bring. In the past two years, you've barely shown up. Mr. Austin ran the show, held a key role, and raked in profits. He's the clear pick for CEO.""So, you're saying I suck as the boss?" Debra shot back.Michael didn't even show, sending this random assistant instead. That already pissed her off.Now this guy's veiled jabs annoyed her even more."I'm ju
Debra's heart sank.Back when she'd teamed up with Michael, she had nothing, offering him Frazier Entertainment shares to seal the deal. Later, Frazier Entertainment merged into the McKinney Group, and she handed it off to him.To keep her identity hidden, she'd tossed him more shares. With Frazier Entertainment, he'd racked up 30%.She'd thought he deserved it. For two years, he'd run the show plenty. She'd never seen this coming."Madam, you there?" Ben's voice shook.This was huge and should stay quiet. Otherwise, the company would fall into chaos.Debra's blood ran cold. She hadn't expected Michael to go so far."I'll be there soon," she said, hanging up.She turned to Marion. "Michael scooped up loose shares. He's gunning for a vote as top shareholder."Over 40% wasn't half, but it made him the biggest player. Calling a vote was his right.Debra only had 40%. If 10% of the rest sided with Michael, he could oust her."Don't sweat it," Marion said. "We'll hit it together.
That shut everyone up.If Jordan was right, Drake was gambling with his neck."That's too risky. I've gotta drag him back." Debra spun to leave.Erica grabbed her. "Jordan's guys are on it. They'll ping us if they find him. You can't go out like this and become their target.""I'm not their focus anymore," Debra said. "They'll zero in on Drake."She looked at Marion. "Get your people searching. We need his trail fast, or he's dead."Once the Illuminati squeezed the stone's location out of Drake, they'd kill him.Orkgate was now controlled by Lara. Drake had no other value for them."On it," Marion said.They split up. Erica and Randy tapped their networks."Debra, don't freak," Jordan said. "Drake is not dumb. Injured like that, he couldn't have gone far. As long as he keeps that secret, they won't kill him."Debra nodded. "Hope he doesn't do anything stupid."She should've seen it coming. A proud guy like Drake couldn't handle being down for so long.His injuries were bru
Outside their room, Drake froze mid-knock.His head was down, and his expression was hidden. Eventually, his hand dropped, and he sighed.He turned around and shuffled downstairs, leaning on the wall. He was a broken mess now, unwilling to drag them down....Debra woke up the next morning, reaching for Marion.He wasn't there. She bolted upright, threw off the covers, and ran barefoot downstairs, shouting, "Marion?"In the hall, Marion and Jordan turned as she stumbled in, still in her pajamas.Marion rushed up, slipping off his slippers for her. "What's with the panic?""I didn't see you." She heaved a sigh of relief. "Thought you'd...""Any luck?" Jordan asked Kale, who'd just walked in.Kale shook his head. "Not yet.""What's up?" Debra asked, clocking everyone's grim faces."Drake's gone," Marion said. "No note, nothing. We're looking.""Did the cameras catch anything? Could it be the Illuminati...""Not them. He walked out himself.""Why the hell would he just up a
Debra jolted awake from a nightmare, her forehead slick with sweat."Still torn up about Michael?" Marion's voice came from beside her.She settled into his arms, finally feeling a little relieved. These past two months, they'd faced everything alone. She hadn't curled up with him like this in forever."It's my fault," she whispered. "If I hadn't trusted Michael so much, the Eaton family wouldn't have been a mess. Mr. Eaton Sr. wouldn't have been in the hospital.""It's your fault," Marion said, patting her back. "Even without your trust, the Illuminati would've found a way in. That was their goal.""I just can't wrap my head around why Michael's one of them," she said.She'd spent all night recalling the past, from meeting Michael to building the McKinney Group with him. He was key to its success, but everything had been a lie."Maybe he was never with us," Marion said. "The Illuminati's everywhere. Didn't you check his background when you teamed up?""I..." Debra faltered.S