"A leopard can't change its spots," Debra said.Juan's defense of her would only serve to fuel Melody's anger.Juan's phone rang, slicing through the tension. Debra glanced down and saw that it was a call from Joe.His urgent voice came through. "Sir, we have a problem.""What's wrong?""Miss Vargas is missing!""Have you contacted her family?""Yes, she hasn't returned home."Debra listened quietly, her mind racing. There was only one route back from the Sapphire Hotel. If Hester had returned, she would have encountered Joe's car. The fact that she hadn't meant something serious might have happened.'Could Shelia have done something to Hester?' Her brow furrowed lightly as she considered the possibilities.But it seemed unlikely that Shelia would act so quickly, just after meeting Hester for the first time.Juan ended the call and said, "Go ahead and take a shower. Don't worry about this."Before Debra could respond, a text message arrived on Juan's phone.[To save Miss V
Debra showed no signs of panic despite the ordeal.The kidnapper felt an invisible pressure radiating from her."Here is a check of ten million dollars," Juan said, presenting the check.The kidnapper's eyes lit up with greed. He rushed over, snatched the check, and dashed off.Neither Debra nor Juan made any move to chase after him. This entire kidnapping felt like a poorly planned charade.Juan's gaze fell on Debra's neck, where a small trickle of blood marred her otherwise unblemished skin. The kidnapper's nervousness had caused the blade to nick her.Juan stepped closer, concern etched on his face. "Let me examine your injury.""Go check on Miss Vargas first. Don't let her suffer any longer," she said, walking straight to the workshop and opening a metal box.Inside, Hester was bound and gagged, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness. Debra ripped the tape off Hester's mouth. Hester froze, not expecting Debra's arrival. As Juan came up, she threw herself into his arms and
Hester quickly ran downstairs to fetch the medical kit.Debra ascended the stairs in silence.Moments later, Hester entered the room with the medical kit. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry for your injury."Debra stared at her for a while. Hester shifted uncomfortably and faltered, "Madam, why are you looking at me like this?""This trick can be effective if done well. If not, it can backfire," Debra said meaningfully.Hester stiffened. "Madam, I don't understand what you mean.""Don't you?" Debra chuckled. "Your self-staged drama was quite anticipated by me initially. However, it had too many loopholes and ended up being quite boring.""Madam, you misunderstand me. I..." Hester stammered.Debra cut her off. "Firstly, only a few people know Juan's phone number. Given the text message, the kidnapper knew your identity, but you have no relationship with Juan. Why would he kidnap you instead of me?""How would I know what he was thinking?" Hester argued, her eyes darting about.
Unnerved by Debra's piercing gaze, Hester hurriedly lowered her head and left the bedroom.As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found Juan already finishing his conversation with Melody.Melody cast a glance at Hester, sending a shiver down her spine. From that glance, Hester sensed Melody's displeasure.She couldn't help but wonder if Melody had seen through her tricks, as Debra mentioned earlier.Juan opened the bedroom door and heard running water from the bathroom. His eyes fell on the unopened medical kit on the counter. He picked it up and took out the medicine, just as the bathroom door opened.Debra walked out, wrapped in a bathrobe that outlined her perfect figure. Water droplets were glistening in her hair.She frowned, not hearing him enter the room. She had expected him to be in a lengthy discussion with Melody, but he had come up so quickly.Juan took in her reaction and pressed his lips together. "I'll apply the medicine for you."Her injury was not seriou
"Taking a leave?" Debra murmured.She was aware of Shelia's financial struggles, which made this request for leave unusual. Moreover, interns at the McKinney Group couldn't afford to miss days without affecting their attendance record.Leanna voiced her thoughts, "Could it be related to what happened yesterday?"Debra's frown deepened. She had hinted to Leanna about Shelia's possible pregnancy last night, but she hadn't expected Shelia to act so quickly."I see. Find a way to contact Shelia and ask her what's going on. Also, reach out to Ben, having him look into nearby hospitals and check if Shelia visited a gynecologist.""Will do."Debra hung up the phone, her gaze landing on the calendar beside her.According to Erica, Marion and Randy would return from overseas in three days. She hoped to have everything sorted out before their return.Shelia found herself once again at Clarissa's small rental house. Inside, three large, intimidating men sat, their eyes gleaming with hosti
"Who knows if you can become Mrs. Nichols? Paying upfront is our standard procedure here," sneered the man, his voice dripping with malice. "Not a cent less. Otherwise, I'll cut your fingers off one by one."Shelia panicked, speaking with feigned composure. "I only have 100 thousand dollars on me right now. But don't you know about the Nichols family? If you kill me, you're killing their future heir in my womb."Her words made the man hesitate. Shelia pressed her advantage and continued, "Think about it. Juan and his wife have long been at odds. As soon as you take care of her, I can leverage my pregnancy to become Mrs. Nichols. How much more money would that bring you? I promise you, once I marry Juan, I'll give you not just one million dollars, but two million.""Words are cheap. You must sign and seal," he said, taking out a document from his pocket.One of his accomplices scribbled something on it and placed it before Shelia. She scanned the paper, her face turning pale as she
"Madam, Mr. Nichols sent us to pick you up. Please, come with us," the driver said politely.Debra looked over and found him unfamiliar. "Where's Joe?""Joe had something to handle, so I came instead," the driver replied, his tone respectful yet hurried.Debra pressed further, "I don't think I've seen you before.""I'm new, ma'am. Just hired," he explained."With Juan hiring new drivers, how would I not know?" Debra mused.Only Juan required a dedicated driver in the entire company. Before today, only Joe had filled that role. Even when Joe wasn't available, one of the other company drivers would step in. She had never seen this man before.The driver faltered, unsure of how to respond, but he swiftly moved to open the car door for her. She leaned in, peeking through the car window, and spotted a man's silhouette in the backseat.Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her from behind. A rough hand clamped a cloth over her mouth and nose.Debra's eyes widened in shock as a gruff
In Seamar City, few dared to cross Juan, let alone hack into his phone."Get the tech department on this immediately," he said. "I want to know who's behind this.""Yes, sir," Joe replied, hurriedly taking the phone and scurrying out of the office.Juan's heart pounded like a drum in his chest, a sense of foreboding washing over him.He snatched the car keys from his desk and rushed out. He sped through the city streets, his mind racing faster than the powerful engine of his sports car.Bursting through the front door, he found Melody and Hester having dinner in the grand living room.Debra was nowhere to be seen.Melody looked up and frowned at his disheveled appearance. "Juan, don't you have a meeting at the company today? Why are you back so early?""Where's Debra?" Juan asked.Hester's expression flickered, a mix of unease and guilt flashing across her face. Melody, however, remained nonchalant. "Who knows which man she might be meeting up with? You're supposed to keep her
Randy was amazed. "It hasn't even been a few days. Debra's plan works fast.""It's a mind game. They were nobodies, and in less than a month, they rose to stardom. Naturally, their egos are inflated. With all that pressure, it's no surprise they'd lose control of their emotions," Debra explained, hooking her arm around Marion's and leaning her head on his shoulder. "Marion taught me all this. Pretty impressive, right?"Both Erica and Randy were speechless.Garland came downstairs and greeted them. "What's the occasion today? You've prepared so much food."Erica replied, "We're celebrating our first victory. Buchan Group is going down.""Really?" Garland raised an eyebrow.Debra smiled, "It's just the start. There's more fun ahead."Far away at the Buchan Group Headquarters, Robert reported, "Today, the 17th advertiser has pulled out. Even the previous endorsers are terminating their contracts with Lester. We can afford the penalties, but it means all the money we made before is
Marion leaned down to kiss Debra. Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, taking them aback.They turned to see Randy standing in the doorway.Realizing what he'd walked in on, Randy awkwardly cleared his throat and glanced upward. "Weird, huh? Where'd everyone go in the middle of the day? Guess I'll check downstairs."Before leaving, he added, "Oh, by the way, top trending news. Buchan Entertainment's A-lister Lester Ashford just assaulted a fan."Debra immediately grabbed her phone. Sure enough, the top trending topic was #LesterHitsFan, and the story had gone viral across the internet.She tapped into the headline and saw a video shot by a fan.In the video, fans greeted Lester at the airport as he got off the plane. A group of female fans held banners and chanted, "Lester, we love you."The airport wasn't overcrowded, and everything seemed orderly.But as soon as Lester heard the chant, he smashed his water bottle to the ground and yelled, "Idiots! Does no one want you at ho
Liza grinned cheekily, "My allowance has gone up every year, but don't lose heart. I'll tell Dad to raise your allowance too."She looked at Garland's sullen face and patted his shoulder. "Cheer up. I'm off shopping."She leisurely hummed a song and skipped away.Far away in Seamar City, Robert was reporting his duties to Theda."These past few days, most of the McKinney Group's clients have jumped ship and joined us. Now that their artists are on hiatus, we can grab their endorsement deals. Within a month, we'll swallow up all the resources they're holding onto," he said."Is Debra doing nothing about this?" Theda asked."She did," Robert replied. "Michael has been working around the clock. Debra's trying to use him to salvage the situation. But it's not working.""Michael may be their ace, and Debra's relying on him to secure only luxury brand endorsements. But if she doesn't care about the smaller deals, we'll take them," Theda said, tapping her chin. "Without clients or reso
On a beach overseas, Debra lay on a lounge chair.In front of her was the blue sky, white clouds, and the endless ocean. The golden sand glittered in the sunlight.She wore sunglasses and flashed a peace sign for a picture before posting it on social media.In the picture, she showed half her face, while the other half captured their artists building a sandcastle.The caption read, [Blue skies, white clouds, the ocean, playful employees, and a boss you'll never have.]The comments section quickly exploded.[I know team building, but I've never heard of a boss taking their employees abroad for it. I want such a boss.][Girl, you just took away all my idols.][The McKinney Group's artists have all gone on break. My happiness is gone.]...In floral trunks, Garland was grumbling while digging in the sand with a shovel, "Your wedding hasn't even happened, and you're already on a honeymoon? You can have your honeymoon. Why let me arrange everything and foot the bills?"Liza heard
Erica chimed in, "Right now, with half the entertainment industry's resources in their hands, their artists are already strained. If they take our deals too, those artists will be run into the ground. Even if they worked 24/7, they wouldn't be able to handle that kind of workload.""To capitalists, artists are just tools to make money. They couldn't care less about how the tools feel. And since those artists are mostly rookies, their rates are relatively low. After layers of exploitation, the pay they take home won't match the work they're doing," Debra replied. "Meanwhile, our artists are enjoying paid vacations for two months, traveling and relaxing. Do you think the Buchan Group's artists will feel okay with that? These are skilled professionals, but they're stuck doing assembly-line work. With such intense workloads, their performance will inevitably suffer, and the quality of their work will drop. For artists, no good work means no staying power. Their popularity will fade, and a
"She's probably trying to catch us off guard with this move," Debra said, calming down. "She's pushing her artists to work nonstop, taking on every gig they can get. By marketing them so aggressively, she's maintaining a temporary buzz. Advertisers will shift their partnerships from our artists to hers. If we lose most of our clients all at once, it'll throw our company into chaos. That's when she will swoop in."Andrew muttered, "So, it's a mind game? Theda knows how to play dirty."But Erica still looked troubled. "Now we know what she's doing. What can we do? Just sit by when she steals our clients?"If they lost their clients, their artists' commercial value would plummet. That would be a heavy blow to their business. Their revenue would dive, and they would lose their standing in Seamar City.Debra smiled mysteriously, "If Theda wants to disrupt us, we'll meet changes with constancy.""What do you mean?" Erica was puzzled."Didn't Michael just say that artists aren't machine
Compared to those mass-produced artists, these people under Theda's management had been trained for years.They were different from those who debuted just because of their looks. These people were versatile and unique in their own ways.Randy mumbled, "I've tried my best, but every time we fight back, they come up with something new. The advertisers we worked with before saw the momentum behind their publicity. Plus, their new talents were cheaper, so they all switched sides. Our ad revenue has dropped significantly. Even our commercial street has to feature ads for those Buchan artists. It's like quenching a thirst with poison."Erica chimed in, "This is the least we can do. Their artists are riding the tide. It makes sense that advertisers would go for them. We can't just tell people not to run ads for them."Debra nodded. "Advertisers choose who's trending. And those newcomers are popular and affordable. Michael is better but beyond the average advertisers' reach."Erica got an
Soon, the interrogators came out of the room. It seemed they wouldn't get any answers today.Kale had been waiting outside the station.When Drake and Debra walked out, he quickly went up."Boss, the plane tickets are ready.""Good."Before getting into the car, Drake said, "I'll give you an answer within three days. Don't forget our bet."Debra shook her head, surprised that he took that lopsided deal so seriously.Her phone rang with a call from Erica. "Check the news!"Debra, sensing her urgency, opened the news app.The top headline was about Buchan Entertainment. The article showcased a lineup of attractive artists and members of popular bands.Randy's words resurfaced in her mind. When she had just returned to Seamar City, he mentioned that a surge of artists had become wildly popular, rivaling the fame of Michael back in the day.Since Oscar left the entertainment industry to take over the Odom Group, these artists had been gaining even more momentum, almost as if the
"You think I'm scared of being caught?" Drake tried to pull his arm away, but Debra held on tightly.In the end, Drake snapped, "Fine! I won't go."The police were already closing in. Running now would only make things worse. Being dragged back in cuffs wasn't exactly appealing.Debra let go of him and smiled cheerfully, "Thank you for your cooperation."Pedro personally led the operation. Within minutes, the officers subdued the six thugs and loaded them into the vans.Pedro glanced at Debra and pointed at Drake. "About Mr. Lowe..."Debra explained, "Mr. Lowe is a witness. He's cooperating with us to clear his name and assist in solving this case. Isn't that touching, Mr. Hardy?""Thank you, Mr. Lowe. Much appreciated," Pedro said gratefully.But then he scratched his head and added, "Well, since Mr. Lowe is a witness, he'll need to come to the station for a statement. I know it's inconvenient, but I'm sure a generous and upright person like Mr. Lowe won't mind, right?"Befor