"You..." Juan began, but Erica cut him off with a cold interruption."Keep some dignity, Juan."Juan took a deep breath, knowing Debra wouldn't speak up for Shelia. However, he couldn't bear the thought of Andrew taking Shelia away.Andrew observed Juan's indecision and pressed, "Mr. Nichols, have you made a decision?"Shelia's panic rose, her eyes wide with fear. "Juan, help me!"She knew that falling into Andrew's hands would not bode well for her. Everyone in Seamar City was aware of Andrew's devotion to Jordan.To make things right for his brother, Andrew would stop at nothing.Andrew twirled the ring on his finger and said calmly, "Since Mr. Nichols won't speak, take her away.""Wait!" Juan exclaimed, his voice filled with resignation. "You can take her to the police station since she wrongly accused Jordan.""Juan!" Shelia gasped in disbelief.She never expected Juan to back down like that.He came up to her and spoke reluctantly. "It's not a serious offense. I'll have
Debra was surprised. "Your birthday? You never mentioned it before."Andrew interjected with a smile, "He has never cared for birthdays, nor has he ever invited friends over. It's late and inconvenient for you two to go home. Why not stay overnight at our place? You can leave after the birthday party tomorrow."His gaze held a peculiar intensity that made Debra's heart skip a beat.The masquerade would be held tomorrow, and the badges had been delivered to all influential business owners.She wondered if Andrew suspected her involvement with the McKinney Group. The masquerade was scheduled for the following day, and invitations had been sent to all influential business owners. She quickly dismissed the thought, reassuring herself that she had been meticulous in concealing her identity. There was no way Andrew could know.Erica chimed in, "I think that's a good idea, Debra. If we're at the Potter's, Juan won't dare call you back in the middle of the night or try to take you away
Andrew interrupted, "Jordan, don't disturb the guests. Go back."Jordan opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. He knew better than to argue with Andrew.Erica led Debra into a guest room. The Potter family had prepared two rooms for them, but the friends had grown so close that they preferred to share a bed.As Debra looked around the room, she was struck by a sense of familiarity, as if she had been there before.Erica asked, "How do you plan to celebrate Jordan's birthday tomorrow?""We'll have the birthday party as usual, but I want to convince Jordan to accompany me to the masquerade," replied Debra.Lately, Juan had been suspicious of her connections with the McKinney Group. This birthday party could provide a good cover for her.Debra woke up early the next morning. Descending from the third floor, she saw men in suits bustling about on the first floor, their arms laden with stacks of folders.She had heard that managing the Potter family's affairs was toug
Andrew casually gestured, and the maid promptly cleared the dishes before setting a clean plate for Debra."Ms. Frazier, please feel at home," he said, taking his seat at the head of the table.Debra felt a sense of unease as the maid diligently served her food. The atmosphere grew tense with Andrew's presence, and even Jordan fell silent.She fidgeted, unnerved by the heavy air that seemed to press down on her.Andrew put down his fork and knife. "I have some matters to attend to. Jordan will show you around the garden to relax."Debra nodded. "Thank you for your hospitality.""Don't worry, I'll take care of her," Jordan assured.Andrew nodded, and his bodyguards ushered him into the elevator.Debra finally breathed a sigh of relief. She found it hard to eat when Andrew was around. Everything tasted like wax.Jordan, noticing her discomfort, tried to reassure her. "Andrew is gentle. You don't need to be so afraid."'Gentle?' She only felt a forbidding aura around him.Ever
Jordan didn't understand how this masquerade held such sway over Andrew.Debra was equally perplexed. Andrew rarely attended such events, let alone sending Jordan in his place. She wondered why Andrew had given the badge to Jordan this time and instructed him to keep his identity hidden.Erica sensed her concerns and leaned in to whisper, "Stop overthinking. We need to hurry, or we'll be late."Debra nodded, pushing her thoughts aside. There was no time to dwell on it now. Their objective was to enter the venue with Jordan's help, and that was what mattered most.Meanwhile, in his office, Juan stared thoughtfully at the badge that had been delivered earlier that day."Sir, the McKinney Group is hosting a masquerade tonight. Everyone must attend masked. It's said that Tracy will be there. Do you want to go?" Joe reported.Juan's brow furrowed as he contemplated the invitation. He had thought there were no more surprises from Tracy, but this event proved otherwise."Haven't you fo
"Come with me," Marion said, leading her toward a secluded corner.There, a makeup artist was waiting.Debra sat down in front of the mirror, watching as Marion, already in exaggerated makeup, examined his reflection. She chuckled, "Even without a mask, I wouldn't recognize you like this."Marion calmly replied, "Even if you wore a mask and even more dramatic makeup, I'd still recognize you."Debra blushed at his words, her heart fluttering slightly. The makeup artist quickly touched up her makeup and brought out her costume—a clown outfit, just as Debra had requested.As the artist worked, Debra asked, "Has Juan arrived?"Marion's expression soured at the mention of Juan. He replied nonchalantly, "I don't know."Debra turned to him, surprise etched on her face. "Don't know? If he doesn't come today, then all this acting will be for nothing."Marion shrugged, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "Whether he comes or not doesn't matter. Just knowing that the masquerade is fully book
Juan hurried towards the center of the stage, pushing through the crowd. His gaze was fixed on the clown in the middle.He was determined to expose Tracy's identity. Debra saw his aggressive look and frowned.'What's Juan up to?' she wondered."Oh no, is he planning to publicly unmask Debra?" Erica freaked out.They only wanted Juan to see Tracy at this masquerade, not to unmask Debra in front of everyone.Randy's heart raced. "Damn, isn't Juan supposed to be mature and composed? Why is he acting recklessly like this?"Debra's heart leaped to her throat as she realized the imminent danger. She couldn't just leave, not with Juan so close to exposing her secret.Suddenly, everything went dark, and she felt a strong arm envelop her. Looking up, all she saw was a refined jawline inches from her face."Come with me," Marion said with a reassuring voice.His cloak concealed her as they quietly blended into the crowd. Thus, Juan lost sight of her.Joe caught up with him and advised,
"I went to the bathroom," Debra replied.Jordan's cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly turned away. "Let's go. There's nothing more to do here.""Alright, I'm bored too," she quickly agreed.Jordan led them to leave. Erica winked at Randy, who got the signal and left the dance floor.Just as they stepped outside, Debra's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and raised an eyebrow. 'That's quick,' she thought, recognizing Joe's number.Erica asked, "Is it Juan looking for you?"The mention of Juan's name caused Jordan's expression to darken. Before Debra could react, he snatched the phone from her hand. "Don't answer it!" he declared, his voice filled with annoyance."Knock it off, Jordan. Give it back," Debra said, reaching for the phone.Jordan answered the call, barking, "Debra is with me! Stop calling!"Both Debra and Erica were stunned. He hung up and handed the phone to her awkwardly.Debra took the phone, her expression dazed. She had planned to make Juan believe
Drake stood up and continued, "That's all I know. The old man didn't dedicate his life to mere wealth. The so-called treasure of Seamar City can't just be some fabled royal vault. I don't believe it, and neither should any of you."All these people possessed wealth that rivaled nations. It didn't make sense that they'd spend over a decade chasing rumors of riches they'd never seen. There had to be more to it.Marion remained silent, and Drake added, "This is everything I know. Now we're even."He turned to leave but paused at the door. "Debra will likely sleep for another four or five hours. As her husband, you'd do well to stay close."The door clicked shut behind him.Marion moved to the bedside, brushing a hand over Debra's forehead. Her skin was clammy with cold sweat. He dampened a towel in the bathroom and gently wiped the sweat from her face."Don't be afraid. I'm back," he murmured. "No one can harm you now."Debra's tense expression eased. Marion studied her, as if seei
Garland and Liza nodded quickly. "We swear we won't say a word."Only then did Barton step aside, allowing them to leave.Erica furrowed her brow. "So, the kidnapped girl I saw at the hospital years ago was Debra?""Miss Mathis, things aren't as complicated as they seem. Just know that Mr. Andrew Potter did this to protect Mrs. Houston," Barton replied before leaving the room.Randy saw her troubled expression. "Andrew must have a reason to do this. Don't be upset.""I just feel bad keeping Debra in the dark," she replied somberly."Let's stick to Andrew's plan for now," Randy reassured her. "He'd never harm Debra. If we spill the truth now, we might end up hurting her."Erica nodded, her heart heavy. "For now. If she asks me about it..."A voice suddenly came from the doorway. "You can't tell her."Marion stepped inside."Where have you been?" Erica hurried over. "A lot of things happened yesterday. Debra's running a high fever now."Marion's jaw tightened, and he said, "Ke
Drake spoke up. "She's running a fever. Have your doctor check on her.""Fever?" Barton reached out to feel Debra's forehead. "You're burning up. I'll call William over right away.""It's okay. I'll be fine after some rest," Debra declined.Drake scolded, "When Marion isn't around, you're being difficult.""I'm not.""Then I shall call him back.""Don't. Just bring the doctor." Debra grabbed his arm.Drake glanced at her hand, realizing only Marion could keep her in line."Alright. Go back now," he said, heading downstairs.Debra followed behind him but did not give up on investigating the attic.William crept out of Andrew's room. "Well? Did she notice me?"Barton shoved him back inside. "Prepare the fever shot. Make sure she sleeps longer.""Leave it to me." William puffed out his chest.Barton glanced at Andrew, still unconscious in the bed. "Keep Mr. Andrew Potter's illness confidential, especially from Mrs. Houston.""Don't worry. Patient privacy is sacred. Besides,
When Debra arrived on the third floor, she couldn't believe her eyes.The attic had been transformed. It was nothing like what she had seen the night before.The door was old, but the lock was different. As far as she remembered, she had smashed the door with a hammer, but there were no traces of any damage.Drake narrowed his eyes. He knew Andrew was capable, but he hadn't expected that in just one night, Andrew could erase and rebuild everything."It can't be," Debra murmured, trying to open the lock.Drake's hand shot out and gripped her wrist. "I told you it was all a dream, but you wouldn't believe me. What are you trying to do now?"Debra turned to look at him, her expression serious. "I'm sure it wasn't a dream."Under the weight of her gaze, Drake found himself unable to retort with his usual cutting remarks.After a while, he released her hand and averted his eyes. "Even if you want to open the door, you should at least ask the owner of the house. It's rude to barge in
Ivan had no idea what was going on. Presumably, Debra should be on the third floor, but now the attic had suddenly caught fire.On the second floor, Erica and Randy stepped out to see Barton help Andrew back to his room."Mr. Andrew Potter?"Garland and Liza were shocked too. They'd never seen him in such distress."Minor fire. Mr. Andrew Potter needs rest," Barton said flatly. "Please keep quiet about this, especially from Mrs. Houston."Liza frowned. "Why?""No questions. Trust that it's for her sake," Barton replied.After they left, Liza muttered, "Weirdoes!"...Debra jolted awake the next morning, shooting upright before dizziness slammed her back down. Drake watched silently from a chair."Quick. I need to go upstairs." She tried to kick off the blankets, but Drake stopped her."Let me go." Her usual calm shattered into a raw panic. "I'm going to the third floor."Drake hesitated. For once, he felt guilty. But he couldn't cave.Clenching his fists, he lied, "You've
Drake carried Debra downstairs on his back.A warm teardrop hit his shoulder. He frowned, glancing sideways at her unconscious face. Even when she passed out, her brows stayed furrowed. Tears kept soaking into his shirt."What a fool," he muttered.Andrew slumped against the wall. The tiny attic room glowed with remnants of Debra's childhood. This had been her sanctuary years ago.Back then, when her parents were busy with business, they'd leave her at the Potter Mansion for weeks. Young Debra's first word wasn't Mama or Papa. It was Brother.She'd trailed him everywhere like a shadow.The mansion's vast emptiness scared her at night. She'd cry until he moved her bed near the attic's stained-glass window. His mother had joked that he would have a good husband someday, just like his dad.Debra's laughter had thawed the mansion's cold halls. She'd painted his gray world in color.Andrew looked at those familiar items and struggled to his feet. His chest burned like coals as he fl
The room was a cozy paradise. A small plush bed sat in the center, topped with a giant teddy bear. Two fairy tale books lay on a nearby desk.The floor had a fluffy pink rug, a tiny wooden rocking horse, and half-built toy blocks scattered around. Miniature castles, dolls, and delicate tea sets filled the space.Every detail hit Debra's nerves like a hammer. Something buzzed in her memory, just out of reach. Her head throbbed as the room spun around her. She forced herself forward, step by shaky step.Then she spotted a pile of yellowed newspapers crammed in a corner. She tried to go over, but each movement flooded her mind with fragmented images."Almost there," she muttered.A memory fragment flickered. Someone was reading fairy tales by her bed.She heard her younger self ask, "Brother, why do princes and princesses fall in love at first sight?" "Because they're meant to be," he replied softly."But can't the princess love someone else?" "She might have many knights, bu
Marion drove through the night, streetlights flickering across his face.A weathered old newspaper lay crumpled in the passenger seat, its yellow pages detailing every grim detail of that decade-old kidnapping case, but not a trace of warmth touched his expression.When he reached the coast, he killed the engine. Clutching the newspaper, he strode to the water's edge. A lighter flashed in his hand. Flames crawled across the brittle paper, casting dancing shadows on his tense jawline. He watched until the last ember died, then scattered the ashes across the sand....Debra had drifted into an uneasy sleep.Her dreams swirled with half-remembered fragments—a ship's deck, choking smoke, a cramped dark space.Saltwater stung her nostrils as waves pressed down on her face. She thrashed against the suffocation until she was exhausted and helplessly sank into the water. Suddenly, a child's scream pierced the darkness. "Brother, save me."Debra jolted awake. The fading image of a face
"I didn't mean it.""Just heed my advice. Marion's sweet-talk game is stronger than you think. The news must have covered both kidnapping cases. Figure out why those three are hiding it from you."Drake went back to his room, leaving Debra outside.Her mind was a mess. She couldn't understand why even Marion chose not to tell her the truth.Footsteps creaked upstairs. Debra looked up to see Ivan descending.Her eyes narrowed. "I told you not to clean the second floor and above. What were you doing up there?"Ivan stammered, "I'm sorry. Someone mentioned the attic hadn't been cleaned in years. I wanted to help." "Attic?""The one on the third floor. It's locked, so I came down."Debra's pulse quickened as she realized the mastermind was feeding her clues through Ivan.She played dumb. "Alright. Remember, don't come up here again without my permission.""Yes, Mrs. Houston." Ivan retreated.Debra stared at the staircase for a while and turned to look at Andrew's room. It was