Juan sat across from Stanley, his face shrouded in the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned factory. The atmosphere was thick with danger and unease, the silence broken only by the muffled pleas of Stanley, his words smothered by the tape across his mouth.Juan gave Joe a nod, and the latter stepped forward, ripping the tape off Stanley's mouth."Help! Help!" Stanley screamed, but there was no response, only the cold echo of his own desperation.Joe reminded him, "We're out in the suburbs, and it's midnight. No one will come to your rescue, and no one will hear you.""What do you want? Juan, I helped you. How can you turn on me like this?" Stanley snapped.Juan ignored his childish outburst. Joe swiftly took Stanley's phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Juan.Juan scrolled through the photos in the album, his gaze growing colder with each passing second. Finally, he reached over, opened a nearby shredder, and tossed the phone inside. The shredder roared to life, the sound of
Stanley froze, his eyes widening in surprise as several figures surrounded him in a tight circle.Marion showed no interest in it. He turned and walked out of the abandoned factory, his voice indifferent as he said, "I'll leave this to you. Teach Mr. Frazier a good lesson.""Got it."The place was soon filled with wails and pleas for mercy.As dawn broke, Debra groggily woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched languidly in her bed. As her vision cleared, she saw a bruised and battered figure before her. She blinked, rubbing her eyes to ensure she wasn't dreaming.Stanley was tied up, his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition. He wore a pitiful, resentful expression."Stanley?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.Stanley had been pampered all his life, and aside from a brief stint in prison, he had never known true hardship. Seeing his once-handsome face so battered was a shocking first."I've brought him back," Marion said, sitting on the bed. "How you h
Marion's arm was robust, his muscles taut beneath his shirt. As Debra steadied herself against him, she could almost feel his heartbeat and breaths.She pulled her hand back. "Sorry, I didn't steady myself.""I've got you. You won't fall."A maid entered the room, handing him a set of brand-new clothes. Marion placed them on a nearby table and turned to Debra. "I'll wait for you outside."Debra nodded, her body still warm from the fever last night. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Only after Marion stepped out did she head to the bathroom to wash off the remnants of her illness.Outside the door, Marion listened to the sound of water running, the warmth of Debra's touch still lingering on his arm. He swallowed hard.After a while, Debra emerged from the bathroom, dressed in clean clothes."I'm ready. Let's go."She wore a crisp casual shirt and jeans, her hair still damp and cascading in waves over her shoulders. Marion approached her, gently gathering her hair in his
Debra looked at Ralph, her eyes filled with concern. "Uncle Ralph, have you thought this through?"She feared that Ralph might come to regret his decision later, but Ralph's expression was resolute."This beast dares hit his father. What else would he hesitate to do? Today, not only will I sever our father-son relationship, but I'm also calling a press conference to announce my divorce from Rosalie. From now on, none of my inheritance will go to them."Stanley was devastated. "Dad! You can't do this to me. Everything in the Frazier family should rightfully be mine. How can you leave it all to outsiders?"Ralph's eyes narrowed. "Outsiders? Everything in the Frazier family is from my brother's legacy. All these years, everything you've eaten and drunk was money brought by Debra. How can you shamelessly turn against her?"He had once thought Stanley was merely troublesome, but he never imagined Stanley would commit such an unforgivable act.His voice was like ice as he declared, "I
Debra shifted uncomfortably under Ralph's gaze. "It's not what you think about Marion and me.""Everyone can see the way Marion feels about you. But he is a man with a past, and that past is stained with blood," Ralph said with concern. "All I want is for you to be happy and safe. A life with Marion will never be tranquil. If there's even a shred of doubt, don't walk down that aisle. Our family has more than enough wealth to ensure you a comfortable life."Debra offered him a reassuring smile. "I understand your concerns, Uncle Ralph. But please, focus on your recovery. I can take care of myself."Ralph nodded in agreement.Stepping out of the hospital room, Debra spotted Marion and Randy deep in conversation at the far end of the corridor. She decided not to interrupt them.Ralph's words echoed in her mind, casting a shadow of doubt over her feelings for Marion."Debra!" A voice suddenly came from behind her.Debra turned to see Erica rushing over, still dressed in her evening
Marion turned around, his brow furrowing slightly as he noticed the commotion behind him. Cathryn was trying to make her way towards him, but Randy intercepted her. "Miss Bernard, you shouldn't be out of bed. Doctor's orders. Let me help you back."He had been there all night and worried that she might faint again under yet another stimulation."Marion, I need to talk to you alone," Cathryn pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.Her eyes were rimmed red, threatening to spill over with tears at any moment. However, Marion's gaze was fixed elsewhere, and he completely ignored her plea.Cathryn followed his gaze to see Debra standing behind her. She bit her lip, a pang of jealousy coursing through her.Randy, noticing Debra as well, muttered under his breath, "Oh gosh, this is turning into a battlefield."With a sudden burst of determination, Cathryn walked up to Debra and grabbed her hand. "Mrs. Nichols, can you ask Marion to talk to me? I need to clear things up."She cried
Debra stood with a calm demeanor, her voice steady as she spoke, "This is between Marion and Cathryn. We shouldn't interfere.""But Marion likes you," Erica insisted, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Cathryn is just causing a scene. Marion never once said he wanted to marry her or even liked her. She's just putting on a show, acting like she's the victim. Didn't you see how those passersby looked at you?"They acted as if Debra had done something bad to Cathryn, though the whole thing had nothing to do with her.Erica stomped her feet and continued, "If it weren't for her father, Marion wouldn't have paid her any attention."Debra shrugged, but her gaze betrayed her as she glanced at Marion and Cathryn.Cathryn attempted to grab Marion's arm, but he deftly sidestepped her."Do you dislike me touching you that much?" she asked, dropping her eyes.Marion replied indifferently, "I promised Shawn that you'd be safe for the rest of your life, but if you keep pushing me, I'll ha
"Do as you please," Marion said indifferently, turning to leave.Randy hastily followed him, leaving Cathryn standing alone amidst the crowd.Debra also turned on her heel and walked away. Erica sidled up to her."Did you catch what they were discussing?""Yes, I did."Randy’s voice had been loud, so it was impossible not to hear. But Cathryn had inadvertently caused her a lot of trouble.Erica's expression turned serious as she noted Debra's darkening mood. "Has Cathryn joining Nichols Entertainment caused you problems?"Debra remained silent, but her expression gave away her feelings."Is it serious?""I hope not."The Bernard family had substantial influence overseas, and with Marion backing them, their power had only grown. Nichols Entertainment inviting Cathryn to join them was a strategic move to cover up Sean's recent scandal.Cathryn's overseas connections could attract significant investment. That was why she and Marion had been trending lately. The Nichols Group wa
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