Sensing Juan's serious tone, Shelia clenched her fists, her emotions in turmoil."It's cold outside. Can you take me back?""To the apartment building. I won't come up," Juan replied.Shelia forced a smile. "Alright, I won't force you."Juan let her get into the car. At least for now, she could still stay in that apartment. It meant she still had a chance.As night fell, true to his word, Juan didn't accompany her upstairs. Shelia rode the elevator alone, her heart heavy with despair. Once back in her room, she went to the window, watching as Juan prepared to leave. Her gaze fell on the fruit knife on the table, and a desperate plan began to form in her mind.Determined, she dialed his number, her heart pounding in her chest. She waited for a while before he finally answered.Picking up the knife, she spoke into the phone, her voice filled with desperation. "Juan, I really like you. I've adored you for a long time, and I've held on all this time because of you. If you don't care
Juan couldn't understand why Debra never looked at him anymore.Her eyes, which used to be filled with adoration, now seemed to look right through him.The thought drove him crazy, consuming his mind and leaving him restless.Working overtime in her office, Debra suddenly sneezed."What's wrong?" Marion asked with concern.Only the two of them were in the office. Randy and Erica had left to have fun. During the day, Debra had to intern at Tyson Enterprises. She could only check on the McKinney Group's projects at night."Maybe I caught a cold," she replied, taking a sip of hot tea.Lately, she had gotten too much on her plate and had no time to relax."If you're not feeling well, don't go to the family banquet tomorrow," advised Marion.Ever since the big fuss caused by Stanley earlier, Debra had been using the excuse of her injuries from the car accident for the past three months to decline to attend the monthly banquets. But this time, she had to go.She shook her head. "I
"You brat, shut your mouth!" Ralph snapped, glaring at him.Stanley wisely stayed silent, knowing better than to provoke his father further.Debra had hoped that Stanley might have matured during his time in prison, but it seemed he was still the same immature and resentful person he had always been.Ralph turned his attention back to Debra. "I've decided to hand over the other companies to you. It's a good opportunity for you to gain some experience."Rosalie, returning from the kitchen with dishes, overheard the conversation. Her expression shifted slightly, a hint of displeasure crossing her face."Honey, what are you talking about? How can the family's companies be handed over to an out..."Before she could finish, she realized her mistake.Compared to Debra, they were the real outsiders. Originally, those companies were founded by Debra's father.Debra raised an eyebrow. "Rosalie, after all this time, I didn't expect you to be the same as before.""I..." Rosalie faltered,
Rosalie noticed Debra's displeasure and reprimanded the maid, "How could you be so careless? Hurry up and prepare clothes for change.""I'm sorry, Miss. I'll get clean clothes for you right away," the maid apologized profusely, keeping her head down.Rosalie explained to Debra, "She's new here and clumsy. I hope you don't mind."Then she turned back to the maid and ordered, "Take the lady upstairs to change her clothes.""Yes, madam," the maid replied nervously, guiding Debra upstairs.Debra glanced back at Rosalie, feeling a sense of unease. But considering it was the family banquet, she didn't think Rosalie would play any tricks.The maid led Debra into a guest room on the second floor and handed her the prepared clothes."Please change here, Miss. I'll wait outside."Debra nodded and waited until the maid left before carefully inspecting the clothes. Everything seemed normal.'Was it just an accident?' she wondered.Regardless, the clothes were fine, so she decided to chan
Outside the door, the maid inserted the spare key into the lock, blocking any movement from inside."Help!" Debra cried out, pounding on the door.Downstairs, blaring music drowned out any noise from upstairs. Rosalie, in a red dress, and Ralph were engrossed in an impromptu tango."Don't bother. Today, you're mine." Erick advanced.Debra shoved him away, smashed a water glass, picked up a shard, and held it to her neck. "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill myself. Then all your scheming with Rosalie will be in vain."Erick hesitated, realizing that he couldn't let Debra die there. "Damn, you think you can threaten me?"He lunged forward to snatch the glass, but Debra didn't give him a chance. Blood trickled from her neck, and Erick was startled, not daring to move further.Marion had been waiting outside the villa for a while. As their agreed-upon time approached, he called Debra but got no answer.Glancing at the mansion, he spotted a woman leaning against a second-floor balc
Marion rushed over to help her, having no time to deal with Erick. Debra was stained with blood, her face unusually red.He shouted at the maid, "Go fetch the first aid kit!"The maid hurriedly went off. When she came back with the kit, Marion snapped at Erick, "Get out!"Erick fled in a hurry. The maid followed him out, closing the door.Marion quickly tended to Debra's wounds. She was struggling to hold herself together."I feel terrible." She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her body was burning up, and her consciousness was fading."Hang on!" he said, holding her close to him.She found relief in his arms. A coolness spread through her skin. Marion placed her in the bathtub, cold water cascading down from the shower. Her thin dress was soaked.Marion kept his eyes low, focusing on wiping her body with a wet towel. Debra's hands were unusually hot. She grabbed Marion's wrist, her gaze unfocused."Marion, I feel awful," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never fe
Marion's throat rolled. He reached out and supported Debra's neck. Just as he was about to fiercely kiss her, Marion regained his senses. Suppressing the desire in his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "If you still think this way when you're sober, I won't let you off, but... not now."Debra's eyes remained confused. Marion's hand struck Debra's neck, and she fainted in his arms the next second.Marion wrapped Debra's body tightly in a towel, then carried her up in his arms.Ralph and Rosalie were outside at that moment. Ralph didn't understand what had happened, but Rosalie looked tense.Marion emerged from the room carrying Debra. His cold gaze swept over Rosalie.Rosalie, afraid and guilty, averted her eyes."I'll settle this score with you when I come back!"Leaving those words behind, Marion hurriedly left with Debra.Ralph, puzzled by what had happened, looked suspiciously at Rosalie beside him and asked, "What's going on here?""It's Marion's fault! It has nothing to do
Debra frowned and said, "I don't know how she drugged me. When I was locked in therhe room, I couldn't find my phone either.""Rosalie's bold! I underestimated her before." Erica, infuriated, said, "Debra, don't worry, I'll go to the Frazier's right now and set things straight for you!""Don't!"Debra grabbed Erica's hand and said, "Marion and Randy have already gone. Help me with the discharge procedures now. I want to go see for myself.""Okay."Erica didn't refuse.There was such a drama. How could Debra not be present?After completing the discharge procedures, Erica drove Debra to the Frazier's.Meanwhile, the Frazier's was already in chaos.When Marion barged in with people, Ralph's mood couldn't get any worse. "Mr. Houston! What exactly do you want to achieve this time? Did we offend you?""You should ask your wife about that."Marion's gaze was fierce.Rosalie dared not say anything on the side.Ralph knew Marion wouldn't cause trouble without reason. He turned to
Marion leaned against the doorframe and smiled, "No need."He'd always known. Debra had grown into a hawk soaring freely through the skies. Even without his protection, she'd fly higher and farther.His smile deepened as he listened to her passionate plans for the company's future. That alone was worth his trip....At the Potter Mansion, Andrew unlatched the golden cage, releasing the canary inside.It fluttered clumsily toward the window. Trapped too long, it had forgotten how to fly. Yet it flapped its wings and pushed onward until it took flight and disappeared into the distance."Sir, that was your favorite bird," a servant said hesitantly."Loving something doesn't mean clutching it in your hand," Andrew replied with a smile. "To love is to let go, find its true self, and pursue what it wants."His voice lowered. "To love is to step back and watch her enjoy her life."A storm brewed outside, but he knew no matter how fierce the rain was, she'd endure....After seeing
"Something to return to you," Debra said blandly as she unpinned the orchid brooch from her blouse.She'd once wondered who gave it to her until she realized only Juan fit.The brooch clattered to the floor. Juan's eyes flickered imperceptibly before he said flatly, "Never seen it. You're mistaken.""Maybe I am." Debra's voice stayed calm.Juan took Vickie's hand and left without glancing back. Debra didn't spare the brooch a look either.She turned back to the room. "Thank you for your support. Let me be clear. I'm the only heiress of the Frazier family, and the McKinney Group has one leader. Stay, and I'll honor your trust. Leave, and we go our separate ways."The shareholders pledged their loyalty one after another."I'm staying. Juan paraded some lookalikes and claimed she owned the world. I don't give it a shit.""We follow Mrs. Houston as a business leader, but some heiress title.""We'll never bite the hand that feeds us. Where was this lady when the Frazier Group nearl
It was a gemstone of the Four Great Families."This is proof." Vickie smiled faintly at Debra. "The Frazier family heirloom. I was weak as a kid, so my parents turned it into a pendant for me. You never had one."When Debra stayed silent, Vickie addressed the room. "Don't believe me? Look it up. I wore this necklace in childhood interviews. My parents mentioned it publicly. The records are there."Debra said nothing.Juan stepped forward and declared, "Vickie is the true heiress of the Frazier family. All the family assets and this company belong to her."The shareholders erupted."Bullshit.""We won't accept this.""This company is Mrs. Houston's life's work. We won't hand it to a stranger.""That's right. We've stood by Mrs. Houston through hell. We won't let this impostor take over.""We only follow Mrs. Houston's head. We don't care if this lady is the heiress or not."Debra glanced back at her team. Memories flashed through her mind. These people had been there for her
A woman who looked eerily like Debra strode into the room in sleek black heels. She had the same sharp brows, porcelain skin, and confident smile as Debra.Dressed in a tailored black pencil dress with a slim brown belt cinching her waist, she carried herself like royalty."Mrs. Houston," the woman said, extending a hand with a smile that felt like a twisted reflection.Debra bristled. It was like staring into a funhouse mirror.She ignored the handshake, turning instead to Juan with a glare. "What games are you playing?"Juan shrugged. "The truth's right in front of you.""What truth?" a shareholder snapped. "You think some knockoff can waltz in here and match our boss?""What are you up to?" another echoed. "Explain yourself."The wavering partners hung back, watching the chaos unfold.The woman raised her chin. "The truth is, I'm the real Debra. I was kidnapped as a child and taken abroad. After I escaped, my adoptive father raised me. I've spent years searching for my pare
"We're staying," replied the two partners in unison.Debra scanned the room. "And the rest of you? All staying?""Yes. No one's leaving," they quickly replied.A single feast couldn't beat steady meals. Juan's lower rates came with no long-term guarantees. Cutting ties with McKinney Group meant losing four partnerships at once. That was too costly.Debra crossed her arms. "Well then, mind telling me what Nichols Group promised to make you gang up on me?"Emmett stepped forward. "It was Mr. Jordan Potter and Mr. Nichols. They said they'd undercut your prices by 10%, with extra perks like priority partnerships and top-tier promotions."Debra nodded. "How generous! No wonder you flocked to them.""We were momentarily blinded by greed," replied the partners.Ben took a phone call and whispered, "Madam, Mr. Nichols is here."Debra's jaw tightened. "Is he the important person you mentioned in the earlier call?"Ben shook his head. "I'm not sure, but this morning, the front desk did
The partners exploded, "Are you sure about this?""Think twice. Without us, your fancy commercial street means nothing.""Yeah. When you go bankrupt, don't say we didn't warn you."Debra leaned back casually."We'll see. Ben, collect their penalty fees and escort them out.""Understood.""Oh, and no one leaves this room until they pay up."Ben blinked, not expecting her to be so ruthless. These partners had worked with them since the founding of the company. Cutting ties with them now spelled disaster."Are you sure, Mrs. Houston?""Maybe we can renegotiate." Two partners wavered.Debra smirked, knowing their vulturous nature all too well."Come on, you're the ones threatening to leave," she said, sweeping a gaze across the room. "Since Nichols Group's offering sweeter terms, I won't hold you back. Enjoy your windfall."Howard Avery glanced at Emmett. The latter puffed up. "Fine. We'll go."Debra gestured to the door. "Don't let it hit you on the way out."Emmett glare
Another shareholder chimed in, "Alexander has a point. We've been partners for a year. Are you really gonna bail over some gossip? Fine. You can leave after paying back every perk Mrs. Houston ever gave you."The room fell silent. Truth was, Debra had always been the fairest business partner they'd ever had.Emmett stepped forward. "It's not personal, Mrs. Houston. But Seamar City runs on rules. If we piss off Mr. Nichols, our businesses will suffer."Nods rippled through the group.Debra leaned back in her chair. "So, you think Juan's word carries more weight than mine?"The partners exchanged uneasy glances.Emmett scoffed, "Let's be real. Without Mr. Nichols, no one would've noticed you. Now you're remarried..."The room tensed at his brazenness. He continued, "Sure, Marion Houston's got your back. But a woman's still a woman. Without him, you'd drown here.""Oh?" Debra sneered. "Didn't expect you to think of me that way."She stood up and declared, "I'm the founder of the
Debra's car pulled up at the company entrance.Ben hurried over as soon as she stepped out. "Madam, you're finally here."Debra heard the commotion from down the hall. She frowned. "What's going on?""The shareholders and our partners are at each other's throats.""Over today's news?"Ben nodded. "The partners say the scandal's a public image disaster and demand answers. The shareholders are defending you. It's a warzone.""Let's settle this," Debra said, following him to the conference room.Inside, a shareholder jabbed a finger at a partner. "Mrs. Houston's integrity is rock-solid. You're buying into tabloid gossip? Wait till she gets here. She'll wipe the floor with you."The partner fired back, "We all know what kind of woman she is. A female CEO always seemed fishy. Now we see she climbed the ladder on her back."Debra strode in, silencing the room. Ben muttered, "They've been at this for half an hour."The partner who'd insulted her suddenly paled. "Mrs. Houston, we wer
Ivan instinctively tried to step back but stopped himself, remembering his mission to earn her trust.Debra noticed his subtle movement and raised an eyebrow. It looked like he was still reeling from the fear of getting hit.Marion came downstairs and approached them. Ivan quickly retreated."Saw that earlier," Marion murmured."Just messing with him," Debra said, chuckling. "He thought he could win me over by playing innocent. Scared stiff but trying not to show it. Hilarious.""Was it so fun?" Marion flicked her forehead. "Not worried I'd get jealous?""He's just a kid. Why would you?" She flashed her phone at him. "This is what you should worry about."Marion glanced at the viral news headline. His expression stayed neutral until he spotted Juan and Andrew's names."Give me a minute.""What're you doing?""Taking them down."He pulled out his phone, fingers flying across the screen.Debra bit back a laugh at his intensity. Just then, her phone rang. It was Ben."Let me