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
The gate of the Potter Mansion was flanked by two rows of guards. The car was waved through and glided directly into the garage.The residence was a fortress of security, tucked away in an almost deserted area where her arrival from the police station would go unnoticed."This way, please."The butler led her up the staircase to the second floor. She recalled that this level was usually off-limits to visitors, and she was surprised to find herself in a row of guest suites that rivaled any luxury hotel."If you don't like the layout of the room, I'll have them rearrange it.""No need. I like it very much."She looked around the immaculate space, her eyes widening in awe.The butler nodded. "Alright. If you need anything, just press the button by the wall, and someone will come to assist you.""Thank you."Once the butler left, Debra took a moment to explore her surroundings. The decor was not only elegant but also strikingly clean, as if everything had been meticulously arrange
Debra stared at the mountain of debt, her eyes widening as she took in the staggering figures. What had started as a few thousand had snowballed into hundreds of thousands, then millions, and finally tens of millions.Each page was a huge debt, a testament to Ralph's desperation. She could almost see him, hunched over a desk, signing away his soul one IOU at a time. These debts had been accumulating for four years.She looked up at Andrew. "You knew about these all along?""I had a rough idea.""So, you also know who reported me?"Andrew remained silent, but his eyes spoke volumes. Debra understood immediately. Who else could it be?In her past life, she had been a housewife, uninvolved in the Frazier family's business. Ralph had no reason to resent her.But in this life, she had taken control, changing the status quo and threatening Ralph's power. With the Frazier Group now under the McKinney Group's umbrella, an accounting of the past years' books was inevitable.The shortfal
"Wait!" Debra tried to stop the bodyguard, but he had disappeared in a flash.She was at a loss for what to do.In his wheelchair, Andrew was gasping for breath. Debra hurried over and asked anxiously, "What should I do now? Is there anything I can do for you?""Just stand there.""Stand here?""Just stand there," Andrew said weakly.Debra knew that her standing there without causing trouble was likely the best course of action. But Andrew had helped her so many times. She couldn't simply stand by while he was suffering.Recalling how nurses at the hospital took care of patients during asthma attacks, Debra quickly sprang into action."Wait here.""Ms. Frazier."Andrew tried to stop her, but Debra was already off like a rocket.Andrew coughed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Debra rushed to the windows, throwing them open to allow fresh air to circulate. She then dashed to the bathroom, grabbed a warm towel, and hurried back to Andrew's side."You have asthma, right? Tak
Andrew cast a glance at the bodyguard, who immediately stepped in front of Debra, his voice firm yet respectful. "Ms. Frazier, please wait outside.""Okay." Debra nodded, a hint of concern in her eyes as she glanced at Andrew.Once outside, she turned to the bodyguard and asked, "Is his asthma very serious?""Asthma?""Yes, wasn't he having an asthma attack just now?""Mr. Andrew Potter often coughs up blood and sometimes has trouble breathing, but he never has asthma.""Not asthma?" Debra paused, recalling Andrew's hesitance earlier. "If he doesn't have asthma, what would happen if he took asthma medication?""What?"The bodyguard looked at her, not understanding the implications of her question. Debra's gaze shifted back to Andrew, who was patiently answering the doctor's questions.Once the doctor finished his examination, Debra stepped back into the room. "Mr. Andrew Potter, if you don't have asthma, why did you take that medicine?""Who told you that?"Debra's gaze flic