Shelia stood rooted to the spot, her mind reeling in disbelief.In her mind, Debra was just a pampered lady with no substance. Yet they let Debra lead the entire Frazier family."This is impossible. You must be mistaken!" Shelia exclaimed.Liam remained adamant. "Miss Miles, why would I lie to you? This matter has already spread within our circles. I might risk offending the owner of Frazier Entertainment, but I can't afford to offend the boss of Frazier Group."His words hit Shelia like a physical blow, draining her of all strength.Shelia wondered if they had let Debra take over under Juan's suggestions.She clenched her fists. 'Debra, with her privileged background, could rely on Juan and the Frazier family to secure the top position at Frazier Group, despite her lack of knowledge. Why? I've studied so hard for years only to end up in such a dire situation."Miss Miles, I hope you can understand," Liam said.Despite her unwillingness, Shelia knew she had no choice but to lea
Shelia was supposed to be Juan's lover, yet Juan had been surprisingly harsh with her, not even bothering to inquire about her situation."Okay, Mr. Nichols," Liam said. "I'll take good care of Mrs. Nichols. I won't let her be mistreated at the company."Juan, growing impatient, ended the call abruptly without further comment.Joe, who had been standing by, said cautiously, "If Miss Miles can't secure an internship right away, her thesis..."Juan's voice was cold and dismissive. "If she can't secure an internship, then my years of training her have been wasted. Don't mention her again. I have no further interest in her affairs.""Understood."In the afternoon, Debra received a call from Ben while she was in the middle of pouring herself a cup of tea."What's up, Ben?""This noon, several companies under the group received the same resume.""Whose resume?""Shelia Miles."Debra couldn't help but laugh. Freshly out of her job, Shelia was already scrambling for another position
Shelia took great care of her appearance, slipping into her most professional attire and stepping into her highest heels.The interviewer glanced at her and said, "I've reviewed your resume. You're a graduate student from Arcane Academy, right?"Shelia couldn't suppress a small smile of pride. "Yes, that's correct."The interviewer leaned back in her chair, her expression appreciative. "Impressive. You're quite young to have achieved that."Shelia felt a swell of satisfaction. The graduate position was a testament to her abilities and perseverance.The interviewer continued, "We do have an internship position available, but I must clarify, it's not for the vice GM role."Shelia's smile faded slightly. "Not the vice GM?"She had braced herself for this, knowing that such a high-ranking position wouldn't come easily. "I was hoping for at least a director position in the finance department or perhaps the accounting department."The interviewer held up a hand, interrupting her. "Yo
In the bustling metropolis of Seamar City, a monthly salary of $4,000 was barely enough to scrape by, let alone live comfortably."Miss Miles, please don't rush into a decision. Take a day to think it over and let me know your decision tomorrow," the interviewer suggested with a polite smile, handing Shelia her resume.Shelia stomped her feet and left the company.It was just a newly listed company, nowhere near the caliber of the Nichols Group, and yet they dared to set the bar so high. Unwilling to accept defeat, Shelia quickly contacted several more companies, eager to find a position that matched her qualifications.However, much to her dismay, each company she approached followed Debra's instructions and rejected her application outright.Even when she lowered her expectations, the highest offer she received was a measly $3,000. Despondent, Shelia found herself sitting on the street, unable to comprehend how, as a graduate student from Arcane Academy, she could be so unwanted
Shelia's fall from grace was as swift as it was brutal. With Juan no longer by her side, she found herself adrift in the treacherous waters of the financial market.The once-open doors of Juan's companies were now firmly shut in her face."She won't amount to anything," Debra commented. "Let her struggle in the mire of Seamar City. Soon enough, she'll realize that without Juan, she's nothing."The finance circle was notoriously difficult to penetrate, and Debra had no intention of wasting her energy on Shelia. However, Shelia's underhanded tactics had forced Debra's hand. She had exploited the car accident to accuse Debra and Erica, causing a stir that reverberated through the school and Tyson Enterprises. Debra knew that if she did not act, she would be perceived as weak and easily manipulated.The ringing of her phone interrupted Debra's thoughts. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Melody calling.Melody had been conspicuously absent as of late, likely believing that De
Debra remained unfazed. Melody had lived her entire life as a refined lady, never having to work a day, with enough wealth to last several generations. The concept of financial worry was foreign to her.In her past life, Debra had been much the same. She had believed that the security of the Frazier family and her marriage to Juan would ensure a life free of worry.But she had been wrong. The Frazier family's reliability was an illusion, and Juan was even less dependable.Having experienced the harsh reality of financial desperation, Debra was determined never to find herself in that position again.She pulled up a chair and sat down across from Melody. Melody seemed taken aback, unaccustomed to anyone, much less Debra, sitting in her presence without her explicit permission.Debra maintained her smile. "Grandma, don't be upset. I'm simply going out to work at our family's company, managing things a bit. There's nothing shameful about it. You shouldn't worry about me. You should b
"Grandma, don't worry about the company. I've got everything under control," Juan replied steadily.His tone was serious, and the more he projected an air of calm, the more Melody felt a gnawing sense of unease.She trembled, shouting, "Nichols Group is your grandfather's business. If it collapses on your watch, how am I supposed to face him after I'm gone? Are you out of your mind, Juan?"Juan glanced at Debra, who was sitting there quietly, sipping her tea with an air of detachment.He maintained his composure, replying, "Grandma, Nichols Group isn't going to collapse. We're just facing some losses. It's not as bad as you think."Debra couldn't help but smile to herself. Nichols Group had likely never seen such significant financial losses in its history. Juan's calm demeanor was a façade, bolstered by the family's deep pockets.Melody seemed to find some solace in his reassurance. When she looked back at Debra, her earlier hostility had dissipated. She said, "Since you know th
Juan followed Debra up the staircase and entered their bedroom.Lowering his voice, he asked, "Why did you agree to let Grandma move in?""She insisted. What could I say?" Debra replied.She didn't want trouble. Even if she refused, Melody would find another reason to move in and might start suspecting something about their relationship.To avoid extra hassle, Debra pretended to agree without caring.Juan was silent for a moment, digesting her words. "Grandma is just worried that you might not come home and could have other thoughts."Debra scoffed, "I know exactly what she is thinking. She's doing this for your best interest. With the current state of affairs, our families must remain united."Their marriage ensured many joint ventures between the two families. They were partners who gained and lost together. If there were problems between our families now, both would suffer.Melody understood this perfectly, which was why she believed Debra wouldn't stir up trouble at this cr
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
"We're all in it for ourselves." Michael shrugged. "Jeffery did his part for the Illuminati, so I'll cut you some slack.He pushed the teacup to Juan. "But I don't buy it that you're all-in. Following in Jeffery's footsteps sounds nice, but you killed him, which shows your ruthless nature. We need people like you. I don't care if you're Debra's mole or chasing your angle. Save your energy. It's pointless. Just do your job and back us up. I won't say a word about it.""Should I thank you for it?" Juan scoffed.He'd thought Michael was forced into it, but now he saw how naïve that was.Though young, Michael was already a core member, suggesting his connection to the Illuminati dates back a long time.Only intelligent and influential ones could enter the core circle. That meant he hadn't defected midway.Michael sat down across from him. "Don't look at me like that. We're not the same, and you know it.""When'd you turn on Debra?" Juan asked."Doesn't matter," Michael said, smilin
It was true they were both members of the Illuminati, but Fermin never signed up to be a lapdog.Back then, he'd teamed up with them for mutual gain. But the Illuminati wanted more than a partnership. They wanted the Eaton family on a leash.When Fermin didn't bite, Michael added, "I saw Miss Eaton crying her eyes out. We go way back. Should I cheer her..."Before he could finish, Fermin's knife flashed to his throat, nicking him. Blood trickled, but it was just a scratch."Stay away from her," Fermin growled. "Touch her, and I'll end you.""I'm just being nice here," Michael chuckled. "But if you're not cool with it, I'll drop it. But those terms? Think twice. We only help our own. If you keep playing your own game, that heart goes elsewhere. And trust me, you won't find another match."Fermin hated to admit it, but Michael was speaking the truth. Without the Illuminati's help, he couldn't find a match for Bert's heart.He lowered the knife. "Fine, it's a deal. Get your people
She only had Fermin and Bert left in this world.She had no mom and no real friends. She couldn't lose Bert or watch Fermin turn into this.She didn't want Debra's crew hurt either.Fermin pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry. Dad will be fine. I'll make sure of it."His promise unleashed her tears. The hospital hallway echoed with her cries.Once she calmed down, Fermin had someone take her away.A guard stepped up. "Mr. Eaton, our master is waiting ahead.""You've tailed me this whole way," Fermin said coldly. "Gonna keep it up? I don't like shadows."The guards stayed silent, just following orders. If their boss said stick to Fermin, they'd die before leaving his side."Loyal dogs to your master," Fermin scoffed, brushing past them.He walked into an empty ward. A tall figure in a white shirt stood by the window."You've really opened my eyes," he said, surprised."I'm flattered, Mr. Eaton," Michael said, turning around.His crisp white shirt had dried bloodstains. Notic
Liza rushed to the ICU upon receiving the news.A bodyguard stopped her. "Mr. Eaton said no one gets near the room and disturbs the patient's rest."Liza smacked him, and he bowed his head.Her eyes were red, her vibe darker than ever. "That's my dad in there. Why can't I go in? Move!""Mr. Eaton forbids it. Please, don't make things hard for us," the bodyguard said, stuck.No one there dared to defy her. They all knew how much Fermin doted on her."I don't care," she snapped. "Step aside, or I'll have my brother skin you alive. Let's see if you still block me."Her threat chilled him. She might be bluffing, but Fermin wouldn't."What's the ruckus?" Fermin's voice cut through."Mr. Eaton." The bodyguard bowed his head."Didn't I tell you no one gets near?" Fermin's tone dripped danger.Coming with him was a group of elite guards. The bodyguard was daunted by their aura.Liza stepped forward. "Dad is in a bad condition. Why wouldn't you let me see him? Does this have anythin