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
The efficiency with which the matters were handled, from sorting materials and drafting titles to managing overall content and coordinating online support, was truly astonishing."Consider it a gift for your help today," Andrew said.Debra raised an eyebrow. "This gift is a bit expensive."The Nichols family was already under immense pressure, and with the recent commotion, it seemed like all the stress was falling squarely on Juan's shoulders.Juan would have no choice but to divorce her.Debra probed, "Mr. Andrew Potter, why are you helping me get a divorce? Is it because of Jordan?"Andrew set down his teacup and looked at Debra.Though not intense, his stare made her instinctively lower her head, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. She avoided direct eye contact, feeling a sense of sudden shyness.Andrew was undeniably handsome, with a slightly delicate look in his eyes. Debra had heard stories about him since she was a child. Her parents had spoken of his decisiveness
"Ms. Frazier, is there anything else?" Andrew asked."No." Debra shook her head."Then you can leave," Andrew said bluntly.Debra felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration. In front of him, she felt like an inexperienced schoolgirl.Across town at the Nichols family's house, a different kind of tension was unfolding.Melody slapped Shelia across the face, and the latter burst into tears."What's your problem? Who told you to make a scene at the Emerald Hotel? Do you even know what that place is? You brought this on yourself, and now you're dragging the Nichols family into your mess."Juan, sitting silently on the sofa, made no move to defend Shelia.Shelia, between sobs, tried to explain, "Mrs. Nichols Sr., Juan went to see Debra, and it was at a hotel. I just couldn't stand it."Melody sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "When you climbed into Juan's bed, how could Debra tolerate it?"Shelia's face paled, the weight of her actions settling heavily on her shoulders.
In the dimly lit room, moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on Shelia's skin.She removed her top, revealing her pale chest. Juan averted his gaze, but Shelia grabbed his hand. "Juan, I'm your woman. Why are you avoiding me?"She pressed closer, attempting to ignite his desire, but Juan pushed her away abruptly.Shelia stumbled back onto the bed, her eyes wide with shock. Juan looked at her as if she were something distasteful, his voice cold and unyielding."I warned you. Since you refuse to behave, you'll move out tomorrow.""Juan!" Shelia's voice trembled, but Juan didn't look back as he strode out of the bedroom.The next day, Debra received an unexpected piece of news. "Shelia moved out of the Nichols family's house?""Yes, someone saw her leave early this morning.""Did Melody agree to this?""Shelia offended the Potter family. Melody probably had to consider Mr. Andrew Potter's influence," Ben replied firmly.Debra thought about it and believed
As far as Debra remembered, the Frazier Group had never encountered financial scandals in her previous life.This sudden turn felt surreal and inexplicable."Ms. Frazier," Ben called out, rushing towards her with a helpless expression.Debra shook her head, signaling him to stay calm. Given the circumstances, she knew she had to cooperate with the police to prevent the situation from escalating. She was determined to clear her name and prove her innocence.As she was escorted out, news outlets began reporting her arrest for embezzlement and misappropriation of funds. The public, who had once championed her yesterday, now turned against her with astonishing swiftness.The comment sections were flooded with vitriol.[Rich people are never clean. No wonder her husband wants a divorce.][They say she embezzled billions. She'll probably be in prison for life.][Rumor has it she was involved with many men during her marriage. She's not a good person.]...The negativity was overwhe
Erica assessed the situation and decisively stated, "Yes, we need you to stabilize things. I'll head to the police station and see what's going on. I'll find a way to get Debra out.""Okay," Ralph agreed.Debra had been sitting quietly in the stark interrogation room for what felt like an eternity. No one had come to question her. She had been locked in the room for a full three hours, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.Glancing at her watch, she tapped the table. A guard promptly walked in, asking, "Ms. Frazier, do you need water?"Debra cut straight to the point. "How long are you going to keep me here?"The guard shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"Debra changed her question. "Who reported me?"The guard shook his head, his expression apologetic. "Sorry, that's confidential. We can't tell you."Debra frowned, her frustration growing. They wouldn't harm her due to Marion's influence, but they weren't about to let her go
Debra's eyes turned cold. "I understand what you mean, Mr. Hardy, but whether or not I am involved in corruption or illegally transferring company assets, your people should be able to find out, right?""We're still investigating. For now, please bear with us for a few days.""A few days? It seems you do think of me as a criminal.""Not at all. We're just following procedures. I'll figure out a way, I promise.""I won't make things difficult for you. Since your people are having such a hard time investigating, let my people handle it.""Well...""Finding evidence is all that matters, isn't it?"Pedro sighed. "You're right. I'll contact your people now. As long as we can find evidence and cover up that missing money, you should be fine."Debra didn't respond, her silence serving as a tacit agreement.Pedro hesitated before adding, "There's one more thing.""Is there more bad news that you haven't told me?""It's Miss Mathis. She's been causing a commotion outside, wanting to