Randy's jab lit a fire under Troy.He shot up, shouting, "No way! This has nothing to do with Miss Sharp. The Illuminati didn't ruin my family."He couldn't handle the truth."You take over," Debra said, turning to Marion.She'd talked herself dry and didn't want to waste another word.Marion stepped in. "Over the years, tons of companies that wouldn't join the Illuminati got taken out. When your family was falling apart, not one friend or relative stepped up. Why? As far as I know, your family had a solid reputation because you helped a lot of people. Plus, right after bankruptcy, your dad died of illness. You didn't suspect a thing?"Troy's mind flashed back. When his dad died, Lara was there at the hospital.In a white dress, she looked as pure as an angel. She was the only one who'd helped him in his darkest hour. There was no way she'd kill his dad.He couldn't speak, his throat clogged up. If this was true, then he had been serving his energy the whole time, even killing
Marion didn't give Ryan a chance to bolt.Amid Troy's pleas and Ryan's protests, he tossed them out. His crew stuffed them into a car's trunk and hauled them off."Simple and brutal—classic Marion." Randy clicked his tongue.He figured this would be a day those kids never forgot. The last one to get this treatment was Liza."Alright, looks like the Illuminati isn't going to act against us. Let's not poke the bear," Randy said, opting for peace."Easy for you to say." Erica glared. "They're still after Drake. What, we just hand him over?""He's not a good guy anyway," he mumbled. "Let them have him.""What's that nonsense?" She smacked his head. "We're a team now. Who knows what the Illuminati is really up to? What if they're plotting something huge, like wiping out humanity? And don't forget, the one who screwed over our family might've been their leader."She turned to Debra and Marion. "I trust you guys and support your every choice. Just don't keep me in the dark next time."
"Yep, let's bounce," Erica agreed.She had never liked Lara, and knowing Lara was an Illuminati bigwig made her skin crawl.The four of them bolted from Orkgate that night, hightailing it back to Potter Mansion to tackle the dark web mess.Jordan set Randy up with a tricked-out computer room.Randy couldn't help but marvel, "Being rich has its benefits.""This website is for Illuminati members only," Debra said. "See if you can hack an account and snoop around without tipping them off."Randy rolled his eyes. "I thought it'd be some hardcore gig. This? Piece of cake.""That's not tough?""Nah, compared to the crap Marion made me do before, this is nothing."Erica whacked his head. "Quit yapping. How long will it take?""Half an hour, tops," Randy smirked. "Depends on their defenses, but I can crack any firewall."Erica, used to his cocky attitude, turned to Debra. "Give him half an hour. Why don't you two sneak off and get cozy? I'll holler when he's done."She winked, havi
Marion planted a kiss on Debra's forehead.These past months, he'd missed her like hell. Rumors about their marriage falling apart bugged him badly. He'd nearly trashed a few tabloids over it but held back.Right now, he just wanted to hold her hand, march out in public, and tell the world she was his forever love."It's only been two months," Debra teased, poking his cheek. "Why are you acting like a kid?"He caught her hand. "62 days, 1,512 hours, 90,720 minutes. Every second apart, I was thinking of you.""Me too," she said, smiling as she kissed the corner of his mouth.Countless nights, she'd reach for his pillow in her sleep, only to find it empty. These past two months made her realize he meant more to her than she'd ever thought.He was part of her life and the only family left in this world. He was her rock and her one and only love."I don't care how others define love," she said. "Love doesn't even cover how much you mean to me."Her words touched him, and his throa
"I didn't." Erica smacked his head. "Just focus on your business."Debra and Marion exchanged a glance. Then all four crowded around the screen."This site's got about ten thousand accounts," Randy said. "Not a huge number, but for a site like this, it's wild. If the Illuminati members are all rich folks, these users cover every big shot and nouveau riche out there. So, I hacked into one that doesn't log in much. Shouldn't raise any flags."They skimmed the site fast, hunting for clues."Look at this." Debra pointed.A powder listed on the homepage caught her attention, reminding her of the drug Drake had injected her with before.She frowned. "Drake shut down the production of this drug, didn't he? Why is it still floating around the black market?""No trademark on this stuff," Randy said. "Someone's probably cooking up a knockoff or the real deal and mass-producing it."He thought for a moment and added, "I remember when the Lowe Group developed this drug, they discovered it
"Well then, I'll check it out myself," Drake said, trying to climb out of bed.Debra and Marion each grabbed an arm, pinning him back down."You're not going anywhere," they said in unison.Marion glared. "Don't make trouble for us."Debra echoed, "You know the Illuminati's after you. You step out there and die.""So what? I'm not afraid." Drake shrugged.Debra's lip twitched at his defeatist vibe. "Marion, I wanna smack him.""I got it," Marion said, raising a hand.Kale burst in just in time, blocking him. "Mr. Lowe hasn't recovered yet."Marion glared at him, but Kale stood his ground."It's alright." Debra stepped in. "Drake, you should stay put and heal. That will save us a lot of trouble.""I..." Drake wanted to argue, but Marion's hand clapped on his shoulder, making him wince."Stay and heal," Marion repeated before leaving with Debra.Drake rubbed his sore shoulder, and Kale advised him, "Boss, you indeed need to rest up.""Lying here like a useless lump?" Drake
Drake fell silent.That was how it should've been. He'd told himself over and over that it was just a deal.That was how he'd always rolled, turning everything into a transaction, and he wasn't really helping Debra and Marion.But now, they were up against the Illuminati. It was like ants versus an elephant. He couldn't just watch them march to their deaths and do nothing."Don't let anyone know about my deal with Andrew," he said. "Or else...""I know. I won't slip," Kale assured.Andrew had made it clear that they should keep their deal from Debra, and Drake wasn't planning to spill anyway....In the computer room, Debra and Marion walked in on Randy and Erica flirting.Erica jumped off Randy, yelling, "Why didn't you knock?""Yeah, that's rude," Randy echoed.Debra cleared her throat. "Uh, you didn't lock the door."Randy glared. "Marion, get her in line.""She is right," Marion said."Enough. Get to the point." Erica pinched Randy's arm.Rubbing the sting, Randy gru
Debra forced herself to calm down, but her hands wouldn't stop shaking."What's wrong?" Marion frowned, grabbing her hand to steady her.Her breathing sped up, her heart pounding. "Quick... Call the Eatons.""Okay, I'm on it," Marion said, pulling out his phone.Before he could dial, Debra snatched it. "I'll do it."Erica patted her back. "Take it easy. What's going on? Talk to us.""No time." Debra's face went pale.She called three times, but no one was answering.She looked up at Marion. "Get Fermin."Erica and Randy were baffled. Fermin was their enemy."What's up?" Erica pressed. "Why Fermin?"Debra's mind was a mess."I've been to that chocolate shop before," she said. "Michael's agent said he liked their stuff, so I grabbed a box for him last time I was overseas. Michael got beat up and jailed. Mr. Eaton Sr. bailed him out."Her words were jumbled, but the trio pieced it together."You're saying Michael is Illuminati?" Randy gaped. "No way. He's been with us the wh
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