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 resolve remained unshakable. Even as the three-month deadline loomed, she knew she would never accept Juan. This bet was destined to end in his defeat."I made mistakes and caused misunderstandings. But give me a chance, Debra. Let me try to be a good husband. I truly love you," he said.In that fleeting moment, Debra saw a glimpse of the boy she once knew reflected in Juan's eyes.Perhaps Juan had long forgotten the boy he used to be, but Debra hadn't. She couldn't forget the boy who had squatted down beside her, taken her hand, and walked with her down that road."Alright, I'll give you this chance," she said. "But no matter what you do, you'll end up losing."Juan, however, seemed not to hear the warning in her words. A smile spread across his face, as if her agreement alone was a victory.Debra pushed his hands away. "I'm tired. You can go now.""Grandma's here," Juan reasoned. "Where do you want me to go?"During her absence, Juan had already moved into their share
Juan brushed past the maid standing in front of him, draping a bathrobe over Debra's shoulders.Debra glanced at the maid, who quickly lowered her head, as if she had witnessed something she wasn't supposed to.Her innocent appearance was strikingly similar to Shelia's. Melody, ever the observant matriarch, was well aware of Juan's past affection for Shelia. It was no coincidence that she had hired someone who bore such a close resemblance to Shelia."What's your name?" asked Debra."Madam, my name is Hester Vargas," the maid replied timidly, but her demeanor was proper.Debra nodded. "It's not breakfast time yet. From now on, only Sophie should prepare my breakfast. Do you understand?"Hester hesitated before responding, "Madam, Mrs. Nichols Sr. has given Sophie an extended leave. Could you please tell me what time you usually have breakfast? I can prepare it in advance."Debra paused, her mind racing. Melody favored Sophie, and this decision showed how determined Melody was.
Hester's eyes widened as the realization dawned on her. Juan had figured out her identity, yet he had feigned ignorance.A pang of desolation washed over her, and she cast her gaze downwards.Melody shot Juan a reproachful look. "What do you mean by that? I like Hester very much and would never let her be treated as such. Hester is dutiful and a delight to be around. I enjoy her company, so I want her to stay by my side for a few days. I won't allow you to treat her like a servant."Just then, Debra descended the stairs. Melody turned to her, resolve etched on her face. "Not only will I not allow you to treat her as a maid, but Debra can't treat her as such either. Hester is here to take care of me and will only listen to my instructions."Hester, already seated beside Melody, spoke softly. "Mrs. Nichols Sr., the Nichols family has done so much for the Vargas family. I came to take care of you voluntarily, and I'm happy to look after both you and Juan."Melody patted her hand affe
The smile on Melody's face faded as she looked at Juan and Debra. "If you two want to go out on a date, go ahead, but you must be back by tonight. It's not right to spend the whole day out.""Understood," Juan replied, his appetite suddenly vanishing. He stood up from the table and turned to Debra. "Go change your clothes. I'll wait outside.""Okay," Debra agreed, casting a glance at Hester as she rose from her seat.Hester's gaze followed Juan, her eyes filled with an affection that spoke volumes.Debra quickly changed her clothes upstairs. When she came back down, Hester looked even more despondent than before.Outside, Juan was already in the driver's seat of his car, having prepared a seat cushion for Debra."Get in."Debra slid into the passenger seat. Juan didn't start the engine right away. Instead, he remained silent for a moment."Grandma is just worried you might not care about me.""I know."Not naïve, she understood the dynamics at play. The Vargas family was just
On the big screen, a comparison of Vickie's before-and-after photos appeared. The details were thorough with her initial consultation, follow-up appointments, and the final results of her plastic surgery.It also included information about Vickie's so-called adoptive father. This proof was solid.A reporter stood up and asked, "A recent article from New Age has been accused of containing false information. Mrs. Houston, was this article published under your instruction?"Garland tried to get up and clarify, but Debra beat him to it.She replied calmly, "That article was written by a friend of mine. He was too eager to clear my name to verify the content. It was provided by a third party and later proved to be a trap. If anyone wishes to know the details, you may approach me after this press conference. I will provide you a copy and let you see their filthy tricks."Another journalist followed up, "Mrs. Houston, how can you prove that you are the real heiress?""Vickie claimed to
Vickie was touching up her makeup backstage when she heard the commotion outside.She asked with a frown, "What's going on outside?""Miss Donaldson, it seems like the reporters are going to the press conference.""What?" Vickie stood up and looked outside.Sure enough, only a few cameramen remained. Those reporters had vanished."Where did they go? Why would they suddenly leave?" Vickie panicked.There were only five minutes left before the ribbon-cutting ceremony. They would lose face if no one attended their event."Where's Juan?" Vickie anxiously looked around, but there was no sign of him.If the reporters didn't return for the ceremony, all their efforts would go to waste."Madam, I've found out what happened," her assistant said. "Debra invited some of the most influential figures in the news industry to her event. The reporters caught wind of it and all rushed over.""So, this is her plan," Vickie muttered in surprise.She had assumed that Debra would be too overwhel
Juan's tactics were predictable, cycling through the same old tricks. Debra had anticipated this."They have a big story? So do we," Debra said calmly. "News thrives on spectacle. And we've got seasoned veterans on our side.""Seasoned veterans?" Erica's question hung in the air as Garland strode into the room."That will be me," he said confidently.Erica was surprised. "Mr. Eaton? What brings you here?""To save the day." Garland snapped his fingers.The doors swung open, revealing a lineup of New Age journalists and every heavyweight contact Garland had ever cultivated.Among them were legendary paparazzi who had exposed industry scandals, former chief editors of blockbuster publications, and elite reporters holding the hottest insider resources. Together, they formed an intimidating wall of media prowess."These are the titans of journalism," Garland introduced. "With them here, the others will just flock to us."Erica and Randy gave him a thumbs-up. In this city, only Gar
"Since they want to play games, we'll play along," Debra smirked.The car soon pulled up at the Royal Grand Hotel, where reporters had already gathered outside. The moment Debra and Marion stepped out, cameras started flashing."Mrs. Houston, do you have any response to the viral rumors about the real and fake heiresses?""Is Miss Vickie Donaldson truly the Frazier family's daughter?""Did you orchestrate the online smear campaign against her?"...The questions were sharp, each reporter eager to pry answers from Debra.She remained silent, but Marion's icy glare swept over the crowd. Instantly, the clamor died down.Randy stepped forward, flashing his trademark charm. "The press conference begins shortly. Save your questions for the session. Mrs. Houston will address them all."His words carried authority in media circles, and the crowd obediently dispersed into the hotel.Across the street, in the Donaldson Corporation's high-rise office, Juan stood by the window, his eyes
Andrew looked up at Debra."Barton mentioned you visited the attic.""I did.""What did you see?"Debra lowered her eyes. "Just some old belongings. It was a whim."Andrew didn't press further. Instead, he glanced at the white gown she wore and asked, "Are you heading out?""There's a press conference. I need to resolve some matters.""I've heard bits about the online rumors. They don't seem critical, but if you need my help, I'll have arrangements made.""It's fine. I can handle them," she said, standing up. "Take care.""I will." Andrew nodded.Debra paused at the door, and he asked, "Is there anything else?""I had a dream.""A dream?""In it, I seemed to have lived here for a while. The attic was a beautiful room. A gentle boy stayed by my side and told me stories."Debra wanted to ask if Andrew knew anything or if he was that boy.But when she turned back, Andrew's expression remained unchanged. "A dream is just a dream. I don't recall meeting you in my childhood."
"To achieve my goals, I'll use anyone as a tool," Juan replied indifferently. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."The man on the other end probed, "If I asked you to kill Debra one day, would you do it?"Juan scoffed, "A woman who no longer belongs to me? I'd show no mercy.""Good. Mark your words," said the man before ending the call.Juan stared at the screen and saw a dozen missed calls from Garland. He muttered to himself, "Debra, stay strong. Don't let this break you."...At the Potter Mansion, Garland paced like a cat on a hot tin roof. "What the hell's going on? Answer the damn phone."He tried calling Juan again, only to find himself blocked."Screw this. I'm done trusting you!" He hurled his phone across the room. "Lying snake."Liza pushed the door open just as the device clattered against the wall. "What's wrong?"Garland composed himself and replied, "Just frustrated about the mess. Don't worry. I'll fix it.""This isn't your fault," Liza reassured him. "
"Come on. Why did you blab?" Erica glared.Drake deadpanned, "I'm not part of your group. I'll say what I want."Debra frowned. "So, you were thinking about countermeasures?"Erica explained, "Don't worry. Just focus on your recovery and let us handle it.""Yeah," Randy chimed in. "We've got it covered."Marion's voice softened. "I'll take care of it."Debra pressed his hand to her forehead. "I'm fine now. See? No fever. This involves me directly. How can I sit by while you all scramble? Besides, I can't rest well with Vickie parading around.Marion's jaw tightened, but Debra gave him a reassuring look. "I'll rest if I feel unwell. Promise.""Alright," he compromised.From Erica and Randy, Debra pieced together the situation. Juan had been showcasing Vickie at galas and press events for two days, thrusting her into the spotlight with ruthless efficiency.Debra was not surprised. Juan's reputation and connections made it effortless to manufacture hype. No wonder he'd kept the
That afternoon, Vickie made an announcement, revealing that the article accusing her of plastic surgery was traced back to New Age, a press agency Debra had purchased.Netizens theorized that Debra, threatened by Vickie's claim to the Frazier family legacy, had launched a smear campaign.Vickie effortlessly countered the allegations, cementing public belief in her "true heiress" status.The air at the Potter Mansion was thick with tension."I wanted to help. I didn't expect this to happen," Garland stammered.Juan's devotion to Debra was obvious, yet Juan fed him false intel. He felt like he had misplaced his trust, and the betrayal stung.Erica paced. "Regrets won't fix this. They baited the trap, and we walked in. We need a plan to expose Vickie's lies.""The resemblance can't be a coincidence," Randy said thoughtfully. "The plastic surgery claims must hold truth. They're mixing facts with fiction.""Standard corporate warfare," Drake chimed in. "Leak scandals first for buzz,
"Alright." Debra noticed nothing amiss.After escorting her back to her room, Marion reemerged. "Randy, rein in your girlfriend."Erica planted her hands on her hips. "I'm your cousin.""Then act like one. Don't make Debra worry," Marion countered.Erica's defiance crumpled. "I was just a little nervous."Randy feigned sternness. "Show some respect. I don't even dare speak to her like that.""Breaking news!" Liza burst out of her room, waving her phone. "Have you seen this? The article's gone viral.""What article?" Randy and Erica were confused.They'd been too preoccupied with Debra's situation to check the internet."Seriously? You missed this bomb?" Liza jabbed her screen. "Earlier today, Vickie claimed to be the Frazier family heiress. Then, within an hour, the hashtag vanished. Now this exposé drops, detailing how she got plastic surgery to impersonate Debra.""Let me see." Erica snatched the phone.The article laid out Vickie's cosmetic procedures abroad."She reall