Ralph's face darkened with fury. "What are you suggesting? After what Debra's been through, do you still think we should sweep it under the rug and avoid divorce?"Rosalie, seemingly unaware of the storm she was stirring, pressed on. "I'm merely considering what's best for our family. What do we stand to gain by making an enemy of the Nichols family?"Her eyes flicked nervously towards Debra. "Besides, Debra suddenly decides to sell the Frazier Group to the McKinney Group without so much as a family discussion. Does she even understand the consequences? She's backing us into a corner!""Enough!" Ralph snapped, his patience wearing thin.Debra turned her gaze towards Rosalie. "So, your issue lies with me selling the company."Debra recalled her past life, how Rosalie had abandoned Ralph when their fortune ran dry, all while Juan's schemes drove the Frazier Group to the brink of bankruptcy.This time, Rosalie's concern wasn't for Debra's marital woes, but for the fear of being left
Ralph chimed in, "That's right. Mr. Nichols, your trip here is unnecessary. Debra isn't going anywhere with you.""Honey," Rosalie interjected, gently tugging at Ralph's sleeve. "Marital issues should be resolved between the couple themselves. Why are you getting involved?"She turned to Juan, a polite smile plastered on her face. "Mr. Nichols, you've come all this way to pick up our Debra at this late hour. It shows your devotion. Debra, don't be angry anymore. Just go back with Mr. Nichols."She winked at Debra, urging her to comply. Yet, Debra seemed to look right through her, feigning ignorance.Juan stepped closer to Debra, lowering himself to her level. His eyes were filled with genuine affection. "I've sent Shelia to prison."Debra met his gaze, her voice calm and collected. "Are you sharing this with me to prove something?""I know everything she did," Juan continued, eager to explain. "She killed her friend and stole her identity. My relationship with her was a mistake f
Debra glanced down at Juan's hand, her eyes flashing with defiance. "What's this, Mr. Nichols? Trying to take me away by force?"Juan remained silent for a moment, his jaw tightening. "Don't push me, Debra."Debra scoffed, undeterred. "You may be powerful, but this isn't a place for you to throw your weight about."Juan's grip on her arm tightened. "You know very well whether I dare to act up here or not. If you come with me now, we can still keep our decency."Debra coldly shook off his hand. "Sorry, that's not going to happen."Suddenly, the gate to the villa burst open, and a group of people rushed in. The commotion sent the maids scattering in panic.Rosalie hid behind Ralph, her voice a frightened whisper. "Honey, what do we do now?"Juan said, "I'll say it one more time. Come with me."Debra stood her ground, and the standoff continued.The first to crack was Rosalie, her voice shrill with panic. "Debra, I told you to go with Mr. Nichols, but you wouldn't listen. Why are
Juan was taken aback. "Grandma?"Melody swept into the room, her gaze filled with a mix of sternness and profound disappointment. She raised her hand and delivered a stinging slap to Juan's cheek."For just a woman, you put the Nichols family in danger," she chastised. "Are you even fit to be the head of this family anymore? Is this how your grandfather taught you to handle affairs? You're useless."Juan clenched his fists, but he didn't dare utter a word of protest. Melody turned her gaze to Debra, her eyes filled with disdain."I'm sorry for the trouble. Juan will never act so recklessly again. We will compensate you for your losses. But since you proposed the divorce, you won't get a share of our family fortune."Juan started, his eyes flashing with concern. "Grandma!"Debra, however, seemed unfazed by Melody's declaration. "You seem to have misunderstood, Mrs. Nichols Sr. The divorce agreement I gave Juan doesn't ask for a single penny from the Nichols family. So don't worry,
Debra's words cut like a knife, her eyes devoid of any warmth or affection.Juan stood rooted to the spot, his fists clenched at his sides.Debra scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's the matter, Mr. Nichols? Still here? Waiting for more insults?"Joe, unable to bear the tension, leaned in and whispered, "Sir, we should go."Debra shifted her gaze away, dismissing Juan completely. Slowly, he backed away, his eyes never leaving her until he finally turned and left.Inside the car, Joe glanced at Juan through the rearview mirror. Juan sat in stony silence, his face a dark mask of turmoil.Joe ventured cautiously, "Sir, Mrs. Nichols is just upset right now. Perhaps she'll calm down in a few days."Juan's voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't understand why she won't accept me."Joe offered, "Maybe it's because of Miss Miles. It's difficult for any woman to accept her husband having a child with another woman.""No, it's not just that. It's something from long ago
Marion's people retreated. Rosalie, her forehead beaded with sweat, clutched her chest. "That scared me to death. How could those people be so rude? Debra, you must talk to Juan. If he doesn't give up, what will we do?""Don't worry about this, Aunt Rosalie," Debra replied nonchalantly, tugging at Marion. "Come upstairs with me."Marion, typically defiant and brash, followed her like a well-trained pup. Ralph mused, "Are Marion and Debra dating each other?"Rosalie waved a dismissive hand. "Come on. Who is Marion? How could he possibly be interested in our Debra? She's now a divorced woman."Ralph countered, "So what if she's divorced? Weren't we in the same situation?""That's not the same," Rosalie argued.Debra led Marion into her room, shutting the door firmly behind them. "What brings you here?"She was certain she hadn't invited him along today."You must have given Juan the information about Shelia, right?" Marion's gaze was intense, his voice tinged with what seemed lik
"I know," Debra murmured, her mind only half-focused on the conversation.From her position in the hallway, she could see Marion in her room, his fingers tracing over the childhood photos scattered across her desk."Marion!" she called out, rushing into the room and putting the photos back.One of them caught her eye. It was her and Juan's wedding photo.Marion's eyes went cold, his voice devoid of emotion. "Even the wedding photo is framed and placed on the desk? You love him that much?""It's not like that," she stammered, struggling to find the right words.The photo was from the early days of their marriage, a time when they didn't have a proper wedding or many photos together.This single image was the only memento she had of that time. Back then, she had loved Juan, and she had cherished this photo, carefully framing it. But now, it felt like a cruel joke."It's getting late. I'll leave now," Marion said, his face an unreadable mask.He rarely showed his anger, but Debra
Rosalie scrutinized Debra's face, searching for any sign of sadness or shock, but found none. Feeling a twinge of boredom, she awkwardly said, "Well, they say Marion is cold-hearted. Since you're divorced, he can't possibly..."Debra shot a cold glance at Rosalie, and she recoiled in fear."If I remember correctly," Debra said, her tone indifferent, "you were divorced before you married Ralph. Have you forgotten how you ended up in this house?""I..." Rosalie was rendered speechless.Debra stood up. "Why should women make things difficult for other women? You should have been more mindful of your words.""You're right. I'm sorry," Rosalie conceded, stepping aside.With Debra now dominating the Frazier family, Rosalie dared not provoke her too much.Debra's lips curled in distaste. "There are things to handle at the company. I'll be leaving now. The table is dirty; please clean it up."She lazily adjusted her clothes and strode out of the house.Once Debra was gone, Rosalie gla
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