"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
Debra froze, confused by his actions.As Juan leaned in, she quickly turned her head away.Juan stiffened before finally pulling back and releasing her."Come to the company with me. I'll handle things real quick."Debra opened her mouth to refuse, but Juan pressed on. "Since you promised me you'd give me three months, let me stay with you a bit longer, okay?"She hesitated, taken aback by the humility in his voice. This was a side of Juan she had rarely seen. He was always so aloof, so distant.After a moment of silence, she pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay."A smile spread across Juan's face, and he turned the car around. Chaos reigned at the company. As he strode into the lobby, Joe rushed towards him, relief etched onto his face."Sir, you're finally here."Juan had been disoriented these past few days. Even during meetings, he couldn't focus. The company needed his decisive leadership urgently."Sir, all the board members are waiting for you in the conference room."Jo
Some board members immediately voiced their complaints."Mr. Nichols, we have important matters to discuss. Let's not bring in unrelated people.""Ms. Frazier is associated with McKinney Group. Who knows if she might leak information to them?"Debra maintained a stoic expression, her eyes scanning the room filled with the so-called old guard of Nichols Group.She hadn't expected to find herself in the middle of their arguments. If it weren't for Juan holding the reins, these stubborn old directors would probably have run the company into the ground by now."Debra is my wife, and her presence here is perfectly reasonable," Juan reasoned."Mr. Nichols, she isn't one of us and won't prioritize the company's interests. I suggest you have her leave. Otherwise, we won't be comfortable discussing sensitive matters.""I've transferred 20% of the company's shares to her. Now, she's part of Nichols Group, holding more shares than any of you. Does that still matter?"Joe was shocked. "Mr.
Debra twisted open a bottle of water and rinsed her mouth."I've heard that people who love to speed tend to get concussions. Be careful. Don't die from them in your sleep.""Don't worry. I'll live longer than you and Marion."His phone rang, and Drake sneered, "See? That's less than 20 minutes."Then he spoke into the phone. "Just bring them over."Kale hesitated. "Boss, we haven't caught them yet.""What the hell? Then why are you calling me?""We've found out his identity.""Who?"Kale revealed the answer, and Drake fell silent.Noticing his dark expression, Debra asked deliberately, "Found them? Where are they?"Drake hung up the phone, tossing the car keys to her. "It's time to close the net. Just go ahead and park the car in the garage.""Park the car? Me?" Debra blinked.Another car quickly pulled up. The driver got out and opened the car door for Drake."Kale asked me to pick you up, boss."Drake nodded and slid into the car.Debra narrowed her eyes, feeling tha
"Can it be repaired?" Debra sulked, poking her forehead with his finger. "You just wouldn't stop causing trouble for me.""It's just a car. Don't get so worked up," Debra groaned."Did you see who did it?""No.""Then how did you know the car was tampered with?""I did catch a glimpse of a shadow darting behind me. I didn't see his face, but it seemed to be a man."She pointed to the streetlight behind her, where the figure had disappeared.Drake turned to Kale, who had gotten out of the car. "Check the surveillance cameras in the area. Have our men surround the place and screen for suspicious individuals.""Understood," Kale acknowledged.Drake's gaze then flickered to the two guards. "What are you good at? You can't even catch one person.""It was me who spotted the problem," Debra chimed in. "They didn't see anything."Her words made the two guards shift uncomfortably.Drake sighed, "Forget it. Get in the car. We'll talk about it at home."The two vans pulled up, and do
Theda was implying something, and Debra probed, "I don't think so. Drake rules Orkgate, and I'm staying in his house. Who would dare to touch me?""Who knows?" Theda shrugged. "There's always someone stronger. Drake may not be the true top dog here."She stood up, smoothing out her clothes. "Robert's actions were a mistake on my part, so consider the shares as compensation. Now we're even, and I'll compete with you fairly."With that, she left with her bodyguards.Debra glanced down at the document and put it away. The purpose of the meeting was clear, but it was surprising that Theda hadn't fussed over Robert's injury.In a way, Theda was an upright opponent, but business wars needed no morals."Ma'am, are you ready to leave?" one of the bodyguards asked.Debra turned and saw them shaken. Apparently, they were afraid those two burly bodyguards might return."Let's go," Debra said calmly.Immediately, the two men flanked her and escorted her to the car. As she was about to get
Garland rushed upstairs, shouting, "Liza, you rascal. You're dead to make that call."Debra set down her knife and fork. She had been worried that Fermin was playing dumb, but now she was sure the man with them was Garland, who was simple-minded and easy to fool. That was a relief.Her phone suddenly buzzed with a message from an unknown number. She looked down and saw a message from Theda, who requested to meet her at the airport in an hour.On the second floor, Drake stormed out of his room, irritated. "Debra, can't you control your people? I don't want this racket in my house."Debra looked up to see his weary expression, realizing he had been sorting through business data all day.She replied, "Sorry about that. I'll keep them in check."At the same time, Garland's shouting rang out again. "I'll smash your phone."Noises of a scuffle ensued, which further irritated Drake.He regretted ever letting Liza and Garland stay. It was only the first day, and they were already causi
Liza slammed her hands on the table. "How could you fall for a married woman?""Liza, calm down. It's not like that," Garland tried to explain.Debra interrupted him with a sigh, "Your confession was really touching. If you had shown up a bit earlier..."Liza was shocked. "You what? That's it. I'm telling Dad.""Liza!" Garland was eager to soothe her, but she dashed upstairs.Nonchalant, Debra continued to sip her soup."How could you do this?" Garland grumbled."I was speaking the truth." Debra shrugged innocently. "Or do you have ulterior motives to ask about my daily routine?"Garland swallowed hard, knowing it was yet another test.'As Juan said, Debra is not easy to fool. And following this logic, I'd be the lovelorn third male lead, following Juan. No. I don't deserve that title.'"Mrs. Houston," Garland hesitated, "honestly, I don't have feelings for you. It's just that I have my complicated reasons."He couldn't decide whether to spill everything or keep quiet. If he
"Half true, half false.""Tell me about it.""I'm not sure about the rest, but I'm certain his feelings for you are fake," Marion asserted.Debra raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying my charm is weak? How can you be so sure?""When you love someone, you can't hide it in your eyes," Marion replied.Confession was something even he found hard to do, but Garland had been too casual about it. There was no hint of affection in his eyes. Marion figured it was just an excuse.Debra blushed under his fervent gaze. "Alright. You're an expert. No one knows love better than you do."She remembered the times before she accepted Marion's feelings. She had misunderstood his constant attention, thinking he was plotting against her.It was only later that she realized he liked her."But if Garland doesn't like me, why is he recording my every move?" Debra asked.Marion looked away. "I don't know.""You don't know, or you don't want to tell me?" Debra scrutinized him. "Are you hiding somethi
Unable to bear it, Marion broke the silence."Mr. Eaton, do you have something to say?""Actually, I am not Fermin."His confession didn't surprise them in the slightest, but their reaction surprised him.He cleared his throat. "Uh, could you at least react a little? This is getting awkward.""Oh," Debra said casually. "So, why are you suddenly telling us this?""Well," Garland started to explain, "I snuck out alone and used Fermin's identity since we're twins. The outsiders can't tell us apart, and I enjoy throwing his name around. It's embarrassing, but it's the truth. You guys are my friends, and I don't want to lie to you. Please don't rat me out, or I'm done for."Debra pressed, "So, what were you in Seamar City?""It was all for the New Age," Garland replied. "I don't have any other hobbies, but I love journalism and being a reporter."He paused and added, "I swear, I never meant you any harm. If I get caught and sent back, I'll never get out again."Debra leaned in. "T
"Yes. She rattled off the pros and cons. I didn't understand a word of it, but somehow, I managed to muddle through. The problem is, I am not the decision maker. What if she follows up and presses me?" Garland said.Juan muttered, "Her company is doing well. Why would she need to work with you?""I don't know.""Did something go wrong with her company?""I've no idea.""Is the Buchan Group targeting them?""I'm not sure."Frustrated, Juan rubbed his temples. "You had a meeting. Surely, you remember something."Garland recalled it. "Well, she said something about Theda trying to get their hands on the shares of the Nichols Group. Then she said Theda couldn't get them. In the end, she proposed to work with me to dominate overseas and Seamar City markets. I told her I'd take it back to the company for discussion, but she hit me with this thing about me being the sole decision-maker for overseas operations. I panicked and said we didn't have any assets in Seamar City. Then she drop
"Yep.""I thought you meant my company.""Not really," Garland quickly reassured her. "Even if Theda has those shares, she can't compete with you."Debra took a sip of what she thought was tea, only to realize it was Coke. She glanced at Garland, who was wolfing down his food with no regard for manners."I've heard that you have a ruthless streak and get things done efficiently," she probed. "If we join hands, dominating overseas and Seamar City markets won't be a problem. What do you think?"Garland nearly choked on the food. 'Ruthless? Efficient? That sounds more like my dad.'As for cooperation, he didn't have the authority to make that decision."What you're saying makes sense," he stammered. "Given our relationship, a partnership wouldn't be a problem. But this is a big decision. I'll need to discuss it with my dad."Noticing Debra's suspicious look, he quickly corrected himself. "I mean, I'll talk to the shareholders and get my dad's approval.""I heard that your father