Debra looked at Andrew, asking, "Mr. Andrew Potter, are you suffering from depre..."Before she could finish, Andrew wrinkled his brows, a silent warning that made Debra swallow her words.She couldn't reveal his secret to his face. His severe depression was likely his most closely guarded secret. If news of his mental illness spread while he was at the helm of the Potter family, it would be exploited mercilessly. Those vying for power within the family would seize the opportunity to employ underhanded tactics.Debra opted for a more indirect approach. "Mr. Andrew Potter, taking medicine alone won't solve the problem. Why not find the root of your issue and resolve it completely?""Thank you for your suggestion," Andrew said blandly, turning to the butler. "See Ms. Frazier out.""Yes, sir," the butler replied, his voice trembling slightly.It was the first time he had witnessed someone speak so candidly to Andrew. He had half-expected a storm to brew, but Andrew remained calm.A
Outside the house, Michael stood tense, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. His face was a mask of calm, but his hand gripped the knife hidden in his sleeve, ready to act at the slightest provocation.Debra stepped out and said, "Why so tense, Michael? It's time to leave."Michael asked, "It's settled?""Yeah."Seeing that she was unharmed, Michael relaxed his guard, but only slightly.The Potter family was like a bottomless quagmire filled with unknown dangers. If Juan was the ruler of Seamar City, then Andrew was its most mysterious king.Everyone knew that while one could cross Juan and live to tell the tale, offending Andrew was akin to signing their death warrants.Once inside the car, Michael reached over, his hands gently checking Debra's shoulders and arms for any signs of injury.Satisfied that she was unharmed, he asked despite the presence of the driver, "Did you offend him?""No.""Then why did he meet you?""He gave me a friendly reminder."Debra leane
Board members of the Nichols Group shouted and cursed, their voices echoing off the walls.Juan's sudden entrance brought an abrupt silence, as if someone had hit the mute button."Mr. Nichols, you need to come up with a solution. The finance department can't produce over a hundred million to support this project. If something goes wrong now, then...""I will cover the cost," Juan interjected calmly.With his declaration, the room settled down immediately.One board member, emboldened by the recent turmoil, dared to ask, "Mr. Nichols, are you planning to use your own money to fix the problems?"In the past, such a question would have been unthinkable, but Juan's recent actions had left everyone puzzled and concerned.They voiced their dissatisfaction one after another."Mr. Nichols, aren't you going to do anything about Mrs. Nichols' tantrums? It's affecting the company's image.""I think it's best if you divorce her. The Frazier family is now backed by the McKinney Group. The
"Yes, sir," Joe responded.The board members, who had threatened Juan with resignation, almost collapsed to the ground.They had forgotten the steely resolve and power Juan once wielded. His recent nonchalance had lulled them into a false sense of security."Sir, are you sure about letting them resign?" Joe asked cautiously. "They are all senior board members, after all."Juan's expression remained impassive. "I want to send a clear message to my grandmother. No matter how far her influence reaches, it stops at the company's door and mine.""Understood, sir." Joe nodded, knowing better than to argue.Juan pulled out a card and handed it to Joe. "This should cover everything. I need some time to myself."Joe faltered, "Sir, while the construction site issues have been resolved, there's still the matter of Mrs. Nichols."He paused, bracing himself for Juan's glare. "Mrs. Nichols keeps sending divorce papers daily. We can't keep ignoring them.""Arrange a meeting with her tonight
The restaurant area of the Emerald Hotel was exclusively reserved by Juan. The lighting was dim, and retro music played softly in the background. The chef meticulously arranged the dishes, the presentation creating a somewhat ambiguous mood.Debra glanced at the dishes on the table, her expression cool and detached. "I thought you came to see me to sign the divorce papers."Earlier that day, there had been a significant uproar at the Nichols Group. The resentment towards her was palpable, and Debra couldn't believe that Melody hadn't made any move in such a high-pressure situation.Juan was supposed to discuss the divorce with her now, not arrange a private dinner."Does Marion know about your relationship with Tracy?" Juan suddenly asked.Debra frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"Juan replied, "Tracy opposed the Nichols Group for your sake. Before you had the accident, you had the Frazier Group merge with his company. Your relationship must be special."Realization dawned
Shelia's public tantrum drew the attention of everyone around them.People outside the restaurant cast curious and disapproving glances at Debra and Juan, their expressions filled with silent judgment."Sir." Joe rushed into the scene, but Juan's steely gaze cut through him like a knife. "Who brought her here?""I..." Joe stammered, unable to form a coherent response. He knew it was useless to excuse himself.Hidden in the bushes outside the hotel, a figure snapped a photo of the drama and slipped away.Debra's patience was wearing thin. "You keep making a scene. Don't bother me.""You're not allowed to leave." Shelia, her face contorted with jealousy and rage, grabbed Debra's hand. "Everyone, look. This woman is divorced and trying to seduce my husband."More and more people gathered around. Juan snapped, "Shelia, what do you think you're doing?""I'm carrying your child. Yet you're here looking for your ex-wife. Do you even want this child?""I never wanted this child."Deb
In a nearby corner, a wheelchair lay tipped over on its side. A familiar figure came into view.Debra's eyes widened in surprise. "Andrew?"Then it clicked. The Emerald Hotel was owned by the Potter family, so it wasn't unusual for Andrew to be here, even at this late hour."It's nothing, thank you," Andrew said politely.Debra noticed that his legs weren't entirely paralyzed but seemed difficult to use. He managed to pull himself back into the wheelchair with a grimace of effort.He didn't seem particularly surprised to see her, which made sense. Juan had booked the entire restaurant in the Emerald Hotel, and as the owner, Andrew would naturally be aware of the arrangements.Debra's initial instinct was to flee, but she hesitated, caught in a moment of indecision. She decided to make small talk to buy herself some time. "Mr. Andrew Potter, where's your assistant?"Andrew replied calmly, "He's handling something for me."Debra nodded. "Should I..."Her eyes darted towards the
As Debra settled into her seat, Andrew slid a cup of instant coffee towards her.She glanced at the steaming cup and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you really have it."Andrew took his seat across from her and began meticulously brewing his tea, seemingly uninterested in discussing the commotion downstairs.Debra, however, couldn't contain her curiosity. "Mr. Andrew Potter, you mentioned a disturbance downstairs. Was it caused by Shelia?"The Emerald Hotel was owned by the Potter family, and no one had dared to cause trouble within its walls.Shelia, not being part of their elite circle, was an exception to this unspoken rule. If an ordinary person had caused a scene, the hotel would have handled it discreetly.But Shelia was now practically a member of the Nichols family, and she was carrying Juan's child, which made it a different matter. Any repercussions would likely fall on the Nichols family."Shelia..." Andrew mused. "I don't remember that name.""You don't?" Debra was taken a