Debra found Michael's thought process inscrutable, but she decided to play along.By evening, she had booked a lavish restaurant, securing a private room to accommodate Michael's public status.She found herself seated in the passenger seat of his sports car, the thrill of the ride coursing through her veins.It was unexpected that Michael, who maintained a daily facade of depth and mystery, was revealing a mischievous side that relished such exhilarating activities."Princess, please step out," Michael announced, opening the car door with a flourish.Debra had dressed casually without any makeup on. She even donned a mask to suit Michael's status.In contrast, Michael seemed relaxed, strolling about and showing no sign of wanting to conceal his identity."Michael, you're a popular celebrity now," Debra remarked. "Walking around like this, you're bound to be recognized. Tomorrow's headline might be 'Michael dines with a mysterious woman'."Michael chuckled. "Creating some news.
"What's the story behind the private school?" Debra asked, her voice laced with suspicion.Michael shook his head. "I can't say for certain, but Shelia wasn't a student at some prestigious private school. Anyone attending Beaconridge High comes from a modest family background. From what I recall, her mother was addicted to gambling, leaving them in a tough financial situation. Our homeroom teacher once pressured her about tuition fees. Although Shelia insisted she could raise the money, she ended up dropping out."Debra's brows furrowed as she listened intently.'So, Shelia isn't an orphan after all," she thought."I know that the private school only accepts girls from orphanages," she said. "Every year, the Nichols Group and other enterprises sponsor one or two girls from there."She remembered how, in her past life, the Nichols Group had sponsored many students, but Shelia was an exception. It all began when Juan caught Shelia feeding stray cats during a sponsorship meeting.In
As Hester retreated from the room, Juan turned to Debra, his voice low. "Aren't you angry at all?"Debra shrugged. "Why would I be angry? I'm not blind, Juan. I saw her spill that tea on purpose. It's not your fault."She had entered the room just in time to see Juan resisting Hester's advances."I've drawn hot water. Go take a bath.""Alright."As she headed upstairs, she breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't follow her.Pulling out her phone, she found a message from Erica.Erica: [You haven't been back for two days.]Debra: [Juan's grandmother moved in. I can't leave for a while.]Erica: [I'm so bored!]Debra: [Go find Randy.]Erica: [Randy's accompanying Marion abroad on business. Otherwise, I wouldn't be this bored.]Debra paused mid-tap at the news.She hesitated before opening her chat with Marion.He wasn't one for chatting apps, and his messages were always brief. She scrolled through their chat history, noting that he never mentioned any business trips. He wo
Melody took a deep breath. "I don't understand what you're saying, but this damages the Nichols family's reputation and yours too. If these things are published in the newspapers, everyone will know. Think of the humiliation our family will endure. I don't care about publicity. Just handle this matter as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't bother coming back to see me."Her face was a thundercloud. Beside her, Hester interjected with a smooth, placating tone. "Mrs. Nichols Sr., this is just a matter concerning Debra's work. Please don't be angry. I've heard that Debra often isn't at home, probably because she's very busy with her duties. Don't pressure her too much."Hester's words sparked suspicion in Melody's mind. "So, that's why you've been absent recently."She suspected that Debra was dating another man.Debra didn't bother to explain herself. Winning Melody's favor no longer mattered to her. "Debra!" Melody snapped, slamming her hand on the table. "Where do you place Juan?"
Debra and Juan retreated to their room. Juan broke the silence first. "I'll have someone take down the news. It won't affect you.""Aren't you going to ask about it?" she asked.After all, the photo of her and Michael was real, and she expected some kind of reaction from him.Juan met her gaze steadily. "If you want to talk about it, you will."Debra looked away, her voice firm. "I don't want to."Juan nodded, accepting her decision. "Okay."Just then, Debra heard faint footsteps outside their door, knowing it was Hester.Debra didn't bother to pretend. She strode to the door and swung it open.Hester froze, clearly not expecting Debra to catch her eavesdropping."Madam..."Debra's voice was blunt. "I don't like people eavesdropping on my door. If there's nothing important, please stay off the second floor."Hester blushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, madam. It's Mrs. Nichols Sr. who was worried you two might argue. She sent me here to check. It won't happen again.""Alr
"Okay!"The security guards swiftly ushered away the women, who scattered at the sight of Hester. "Juan..."Hester hurried to his side, her expression turning grim as she took in the state of his suit. "I'll get you a new one.""No need." Juan's cold gaze swept over her. "Just make sure this doesn't happen again."Hester shifted uncomfortably under his stare. "I don't understand what you are saying."Debra stepped forward, taking charge of the situation. "Let's go back to our room so you can change."Melody, having heard the disturbance, emerged from her room, her brow furrowed. "What's going on out here?"Debra cast a glance at Hester before explaining, "Some of Michael's fans caused a scene at the door. They almost hurt Juan. I'm not sure how they found their way here."Melody, well-versed in the intricacies of their social circle, turned her gaze to Hester.Hester panicked. "Mrs. Nichols Sr., this has nothing to do with me.""Alright," Melody said, her voice impatient. "D
Debra clenched her fists, blaming herself for forgetting about what Juan had done to her in her last life just because of his recent kindness.Juan was inherently cold-hearted. He only loved himself.Moments later, Juan emerged from the bathroom, clad in a white robe, water droplets glistening in his hair.Spotting Debra sitting silently on the bed, he approached her with a smile. "What's wrong?" As Juan reached out to help adjust her hair, Debra turned away. His hand hung in midair. She stood up, saying, "There is something I want to ask you.""Go ahead.""Is Shelia really an orphan?""Yes, she is.""Is she a student at a private school?""Yes.""Why did you choose her?"Juan replied without much thought, "She excelled academically at the private school. We were choosing several students to support, based on multiple considerations of their aptitude, family conditions, characters, and images.""You sponsored so many impoverished students. Why treat her differently?"He m
Michael scrutinized the two sets of documents Debra handed him. The information about Shelia from Beaconridge High matched what he had described earlier, except for one glaring discrepancy—the photo."I couldn't remember wrong," Michael muttered, returning the documents to Debra. "The only explanation is that someone swapped the photos of these two."Debra studied the documents, her mind racing.She needed to find a way to contact the girl in the photo.This was the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding Shelia's true identity."Why are you so concerned about Shelia's identity?" Michael's sudden question snapped her back to the present.Debra looked up, remembering the rumors circulating about the two of them. However, Michael didn't seem worried at all."Should I organize a rigorous PR meeting now?" Debra said, flipping through the documents. "It's just a rumor, after all. Besides, don't you want a bit of scandal to boost your fame?"Michael froze, and Debra continued, "Con
"Shut up! I don't need your opinion," Liza huffed, turning to leave.Debra called after her, "Leave the invitation. I'll need it in two days."Liza was pissed off, knowing Debra was taunting her. Her fists clenched at her sides, but there were more pressing matters at hand.So, she bit her tongue and flung the invitation back onto the table.Debra scoffed, seeing through her intention. "Save yourself the trouble. She won't see you."Liza froze mid-step and turned back to face her. "How so?""If she wanted to see you, she wouldn't be ignoring your calls and messages," Debra replied nonchalantly. "In families like ours, it's better not to invest too much emotion. You treat her as your best friend, but she leaves you for interest.""You're lying!" Liza snapped, her voice trembling. "You're just trying to drive a wedge between us. Cathryn would never treat me like that.""Let's make a bet then," Debra said, her smile widening. "If you manage to contact her before the party, I'll ad
Liza's voice roused Debra from her lazy slumber. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and sauntered out to find the courtyard in chaos.Leaning against the doorframe, she asked, "What brings you here so early, Miss Eaton?"She was dressed in a red lace nightgown that accentuated her fair skin and striking features. Her every movement was graceful and alluring.Unimpressed, Liza glared at her. "Early? It's practically noon."Debra plugged her ears. "What do you want?""Ma'am, I'll get rid of her. You can go back and continue your nap," offered the guard.Debra waved him off. "No need. Let her in."She tightened the blanket around her and walked into the living room.The weather there was unpredictable. It was sometimes scorching and sometimes freezing.She sat on the sofa and poured herself a cup of tea. The absence of hospitality annoyed Liza."Where are the servants?""There aren't any.""What the hell? Is this how you treat your guests? You invite me in, and you won
Bert's expression turned grave. A servant approached him. "Sir, I heard that Miss Bernard is getting engaged to Drake. Invitations have been sent out, but Miss Eaton doesn't know yet.""Keep it that way," Bert ordered. "Liza is impulsive and might do reckless things if she finds out. She's spoiled, but she values her friendship with Cathryn. It would break her heart to know Cathryn is with Drake now.""Understood. I'll make sure the news is contained," said the servant.Juan silently watched the scene. Garland peeked through the door crack."What's got you so captivated?""Nothing."Juan sank back into the couch, his expression unreadable."You know, Liza has got a way with people," Garland said, his tone smug. "When she gets involved, your grandmother has to pack her things and go back.""That's not what I'm worried about.""Then what are you worried about?""Did you get the invitation?""Invitation? What invitation?""To the engagement party of Cathryn and Drake.""What?
Garland looked at the files, his initial spark of interest instantly extinguished.Just then, Liza's voice echoed from outside the door. "Why are you still here? My dad doesn't like you. Why are you still hanging around?"Juan frowned, and Garland perked up his ears. "Sounds like a fight. Should I go break it up?"But Juan knew better. Garland was more likely to stir the pot than calm things down."Miss Eaton, please take it easy."Juan cracked open the door to see Liza tossing Melody's luggage out, scattering expensive jewelry and dresses across the floor.The maids tried to calm her down, but Liza was beyond control.Melody's face darkened as the scene unfolded. The noise drew Bert out of his room.He scolded, "Liza, mind your manners.""Dad! Why are you letting her stay in our house? I don't like her. I don't want her here." Liza threw a tantrum.Seeing her belongings strewn across the floor, Melody said bitterly, "I guess I've overstayed my welcome. I'll pack my things an
Debra chuckled, "Sometimes, you're really cheap."Marion said seriously, "But I'm always honest with you, dear.""Really?""Absolutely.""Then how do you explain the eight billion dollars you cost me at our first meeting?"Marion took a sip of his tea and grimaced. "This tea's gone cold. Let me get you a fresh cup.""Get back here." Debra grabbed Marion and yanked him down into his seat."I'll do whatever you say to make up.""Put that aside for now. Now tell me your plans for handling the banquet.""Guess we can't miss the show.""Cathryn's crush on you is public knowledge here. Are you planning to hand her fresh gossip on a silver platter?""I'm not attending it. You can go. I'll stay outside the hotel to keep guard. Won't glance at any other woman.""Wise choice."...Across town at the Eaton Mansion, Garland sat hunched over his computer.He typed and retyped search terms, only to come up empty each time."What happened to my trending topics? They're all gone?" he m
Marion set down his newspaper and walked over to examine the invitation in Debra's hand."Drake is in such a hurry. He must be desperate to secure resources.""He's eager to deal with you?""Not necessarily. It could also be trouble brewing in Orkgate.""Something happened there?"Debra tried to recall any signs of trouble from her last stay in Orkgate, but there hadn't been anything that would warrant such urgency.In truth, Drake could just stay there and rule.There was no need for him to venture overseas and stir up trouble, which ultimately led to his broken engagement with the Eaton family and his near-total loss of face.Anyone else in his position would have slunk away in shame, but Drake was too proud for that."I'm not sure," Marion admitted. "Orkgate is his territory. I promised not to interfere there."He then noticed her disappointment for not getting any juicy news. He smiled and ruffled her hair. "But I have my informants. If anything happens, they'll let me
Drake's logic was persuasive, almost hypnotic.Cathryn found herself wavering. "But Liza... ""She's your friend, right? She'll understand. Besides, this is just a business arrangement, not a real marriage. It's just to create some tension for Marion."Cathryn was convinced. "Alright, I'll prepare the gala. But you must explain everything to Liza afterward.""Okay," Drake replied.But his smile faded as soon as Cathryn left.Kale asked, "Boss, are you really going to explain this to Miss Eaton?""Explain my ass," Drake snorted. "Once I get engaged to her, I'll gain control of the Bernard family's resources. Then I'll have enough power to take on Marion. Who cares about her petty little scandals?"Kale mused, "So, you were fooling her?"Drake explained, "She's the only one left in her family. If it weren't for those resources, do you think I'd even consider an engagement with her? She's clueless. Once she hosts the gala and announces the news to the media, do you think she can
Drake sneezed in his study.Kale came in and reported, "Miss Bernard is here."Drake waved his hand. "Let her in."Kale opened the door to reveal Cathryn standing hesitantly outside. She had come upon learning that Marion had taken Debra away.Drake glanced at her and read her mind. "She was rescued. Helping you cost me a lot."Cathryn stammered, "Don't make it sound so noble. You did it for yourself.""What now? We're in this together. Marion has learned you collaborated with me to kidnap Debra." Drake rested his cheek on his hand. "But it's not a bad thing. At least, Marion can't ignore you anymore."Cathryn bit her lip, stepping forward. "I know you have other plans. We can't let her stay with Marion. You gotta help me for my father's sake."But the mention of the past only served to annoy Drake.Cathryn quickly added, "If it weren't for my father, you wouldn't have made it to Orkgate or become the Lowe family's adopted son. You owe me."Drake snorted, "You're right. I owe
She had known for a while that Melody was coming after her. That wasn't a well-kept secret. But seeing it plastered online and climbing the trending charts? That was a whole new level of absurdity."Let me see." Marion emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair.He leaned over, glanced at the phone, and nodded approvingly. "That's catchy.""I'm going to find out which genius published this." Debra's fingers flew over her phone, tracing the story back to its source. When the name of New Age popped up on her screen, she froze."New Age?" she murmured, remembering that it was Garland's news agency."Something wrong?" Marion asked.Debra blinked. "I spent 50 million dollars to buy that newspaper. So..." Her own company had just broken a report on her. That was the next level....In the study room, Garland was livid, yelling into his phone, "What were you thinking? Are you people brain-dead? Who let you publish that story? And then you dumped ad money into it too? Did you want t