"That money is useful," Marion replied.Erica teased him, "Really? For the bride's price?"Marion shrugged. "Yeah, something like that."Erica was surprised. "No way."Debra, who had been listening to their exchange, blushed deeply. She quickly took a seat on the sofa, clutching a glass of water as if it were a lifeline. "I'm hungry too. Why isn't breakfast ready yet?""It's coming," Randy said. "You three have three mouths to feed but can't spare a hand to help me.""I'll do it," Erica declared, rushing into the kitchen.Randy rolled his eyes dramatically."Oh, please, are you really helping? Just please don't mess things up.""You're bold enough to question my sincerity. I'm gonna wring your ears off.""Come on! I'm not."The kitchen was filled with the clatter of pots and pans, punctuated by the occasional bickering between Randy and Erica.Noticing Debra's stiff posture, Marion pulled away a little, giving her space to breathe.Debra stole a glance at him. He was dress
Debra glanced instinctively towards the kitchen. Marion stood at the stove, wearing a black apron. He looked quite relaxed, the spatula in his hand moving deftly as he fried eggs.Sensing her gaze, Marion looked up. Debra quickly averted her eyes, but it was too late. He had caught her staring."Breakfast's ready," Randy shouted from the kitchen, carrying three plates piled high with food.Marion placed a dish in front of Debra, the eggs cooked to perfection.Randy, setting the plates down, remarked with a playful pout, "Man, when will you ever be this considerate toward me?"Erica chimed in, "Maybe in your next life."As just Debra began to eat, her phone buzzed with an incoming message from Juan.She glanced at Marion to see if he had noticed, and seeing that he was engrossed in his own meal, she opened the message.Juan: [8 PM, Royal Grand Hotel.]Debra hesitated, her fingers hovering over the screen. She thought about the dream she'd had and typed her reply.Debra: [No ne
Erica rolled her eyes. "I think they're birds of a feather. Did you resolve the issue with Cathryn?"Debra shrugged. "Cathryn can't stir up any trouble. Marion wouldn't even bother looking at her."Erica's mood soured further, and she kicked Randy. "It'd better be that way."Randy yelped in pain, "Hey! Why did you kick me for no reason?"Debra's arrival at Nichols Group headquarters caused quite a stir."Isn't Ms. Frazier? What is she doing here?""Isn't it obvious? She was publicly at odds with Mr. Nichols before. Now that the Frazier Group is bankrupt, she's naturally here to seek his help.""I thought she had a lot of pride, but it turns out she's just here to beg Mr. Nichols to reconcile?"...The whispers reached Debra's ears, but she ignored them.The recent news about the Frazier and Nichols families had been quite unpleasant, and her visit to the Nichols Group was bound to spark gossip. But she wasn't focused on that right now.Joe, who had been waiting on the first
Juan's words carried a ring of truth that was hard to dismiss.Debra fell silent, contemplating the notion that perhaps people could indeed change.In this life, Juan had seen through Shelia's façade, which explained his withdrawal of affection for her."Do you have impressions of these companies?" she asked, placing several files on the table.The files contained detailed information about various companies that Juan had targeted in her previous life. Although she knew the likelihood of getting a positive response from Juan in this life was slim, she felt compelled to try.Juan shifted his gaze to the files, his expression thoughtful. "No."Sure enough, because of her intervention, Juan had not yet taken notice of these subsidiaries of the Frazier Group.Debra took a deep breath, her mind racing with memories and revelations. Ever since having that vivid dream, she had instructed someone to investigate the accounts of those subsidiaries. The findings were grim; the companies ha
"We do have an agreement, but..."It was not compulsory. Instead of voicing her protest, Debra picked up the contract from the table.The document was labeled as a contract with Potter Entertainment. She scanned the pages, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion."The agreement is there, but it's not a sell-yourself contract."Andrew glanced at her, and she quickly corrected herself. "I mean, you want to hire me?"Andrew replied calmly, "That's the idea. The contract is very clear."Debra struggled to find the right words. "I did consider entering showbiz, but I...""But you plan to enter showbiz with McKinney Group, not with me?""Uh... Yeah."Debra squirmed under his gaze, feeling trapped.Andrew pressed on. "Don't forget our previous agreement. The Frazier Group's collapse has affected my family. This is a chance for you to make up."Debra felt a pang of unease. Andrew knew her weak spot and was pushing her into a corner. She put down the contract, her shoulders slumping slig
The Frazier family owned several properties, but they had been left vacant for years. Debra found a luxurious apartment close to the city center that suited her needs perfectly. The apartment was sprawling, at least 150 square meters, more than enough space for her to start anew.The moving company efficiently cleared out and organized everything within three days.One day, Debra did something she hadn't done in a long time.She posted on social media. [Embracing a brand-new life!]Under the caption was a half-face photo of herself and a picture of her new living room.The comments started pouring in almost immediately.Erica: [Wow, I love it. Want to come over for a meal.]Randy: [Ditto. I can cook for myself.]Marion: [Nice.]The comments touched Debra. In her previous life, she had few friends, but in this one, she had gained a supportive circle.As she refreshed her feed, she noticed a like from Juan. Her mood soured instantly.A new comment appeared.Jordan: [The room'
"Hannah, who is she?" they asked.Hannah introduced Debra, "Meet Debra Frazier. She's your new colleague and a new rival."Eyes narrowed, and whispers began to buzz. Three girls stood out to protest."I know her. She's the Frazier family's heiress who's been trending recently.""Not the heiress anymore. She's broke.""Hannah, this is ridiculous. Are you just going to let some pampered princess waltz in here and compete with us?"Debra shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of their stares. She was an outsider, and she knew it. Before arriving, Andrew had warned her that only one person would emerge from this practice room. More people meant more competitors. And she had taken a shortcut to get here."You can choose to leave. No one is stopping you," Hannah said, unperturbed about their protests.The atmosphere in the room turned tense, and she continued, "If you don't want to leave, then train hard. Even if you can't be the standout, at least you can be a second-stringer."
A sweet-faced girl among them was annoyed. "What do you mean? You think just because Hannah is backing you, we won't dare to do anything?"That cool girl echoed, "You only got into this room because of your internet fame. We're the ones who put in the real effort every day. Don't you find it disgusting how you're behaving?"Debra raised an eyebrow. "You think it's unfair?""Of course, it is!" the others barked, their frustration palpable.Debra was unfazed. "There's no such thing as absolute fairness in this world. Some people use their brains. Some rely on their looks, and others use their connections. If you want to be in this industry and expect fairness, you're nothing but a bunch of naïve kids."The sweet-faced girl, her confidence bolstered by her father's status as the chairman of Potter Entertainment, stepped forward. "You're just arguing for the sake of it.""Am I?" Debra stepped forward, grabbing the expensive necklace around the girl's neck. "This is an overseas luxury