In no time, a small army of makeup artists and designers descended upon Eve, transforming her into a veritable princess.Three artists fussed over her alone, their brushes and combs dancing with practiced ease.Envious whispers filled the air."Must be nice having a chairman for a dad.""Right? Imagine having that kind of clout."Ashley, spotting her chance, hurried over to Eve. "Eve, you're a marvel. Just one call, and you've got a whole team here. Could you spare a few for me?"Her eyes sparkled with hope. Having buttered Eve up for ages, she expected some reward.Eve cast her a sidelong glance. "You?"Ashley bobbed her head eagerly. "Come on, Eve. We're friends, right? Their skills are miles ahead of the company's artists."Ashley was sure Eve wouldn't refuse, but Eve just scoffed, "Friends? We're competitors, Ashley. You think I'd let you steal my thunder?"Ashley's jaw dropped. Around them, people snickered, enjoying the show."Looks like the bootlicker got the boot."
The trainees whispered among themselves."Ashley was worse. Her makeup was a hot mess, and who knows how she looked on camera?""The photographer was all over Freya and Debra. Us? We were just cannon fodder for the real stars."Eve looked down at the food on her plate and felt her appetite vanish. She pushed her chair back and started to stand.Freya, noticing Eve's retreat, called out, "Eve, don't be silly. Our meals are portioned for a reason. If you don't eat now, you'll be famished all night. And if you cave and snack later, you know it'll go straight to your hips."Eve's face fell. She was starving, but the thought of the camera adding ten pounds made her stomach churn. With a sigh, she sank back into her chair and began to poke at her food half-heartedly.Across town, Juan was staring intently at a photograph in his office. It was a candid shot of him and Debra, who was eating her cake.Joe walked in, breaking the silence."Sir, there's news about Mrs. Nichols.""Where h
Juan ticked off the list on his fingers. "Romance, gifts, money, looks, and figure."Joe nodded like a bobblehead. "You've got it all, sir. Except maybe the romance bit."Juan shot him a withering glance. "You think I need a reminder? Prep everything by these standards.""Sure.""And contact the Potter Group. I'm visiting them tomorrow.""Consider it done, sir."The next day, the practice room buzzed like a hive of bees."You hear? Mr. Nichols is gracing us with his presence today.""Mr. Nichols? Here? That means..."Eyes swiveled to Debra, who frowned. She hadn't heard anything about the arrangement.She whipped out her phone to grill Ben, but Hannah swept in and said, "Debra, come with me."Under the collective stare, Debra trailed Hannah out. She stepped into the hallway and spotted Juan downstairs, surrounded by an entourage of suits.Eve, poking her head out, caught sight of her father groveling by Juan's side."Eve, isn't that your dad?" someone whispered. "Well, Jua
Henry parted the sea of people, creating a path for Debra and Juan."Come with me," Juan said, striding towards the exit.Henry nodded at Debra, urging her to go. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and trailed after Juan."What do you want?" Debra's voice was as sharp as a freshly honed blade.She had hoped to leave Juan in her rearview by coming to Potter Entertainment, but here he was, like a bad penny."Let's talk in the car," Juan replied, opening the passenger door for her.Debra hesitated before sliding in, knowing that Juan's investment was no small potatoes. Henry's smiles earlier said it all.She had recently dealt him a blow via the McKinney Group, but he had bounced back like a cat with nine lives. There was more to Juan than met the eye, and she intended to find out what.Debra buckled her seatbelt, bristling when Juan reached over to help."I can do it myself.""Alright."The air in the car crackled with tension. In the end, Debra broke the silence."Wha
Debra stopped in her tracks, a playful glint in her eyes. "Why should I agree to this? I'm just a trainee at Potter Entertainment. What's in it for me?"Juan met her gaze. "You still hold shares in McKinney Group. If Potter Group profits, so does McKinney, and your dividends go up. It's a win-win."Debra couldn't argue with that logic. To the world, she was a fallen heiress drowning in debt. The meager dividends from the McKinney Group weren't going to fund her champagne lifestyle."Okay," she relented, walking back. "But I have conditions."Juan raised an eyebrow. "Name them.""This is a one-time deal, and you keep your distance," Debra said, taking a step back. "Like this.""Understood," Juan agreed swiftly. "Anything else?""Not for now," Debra said, turning towards the amusement park.A faint smile graced Juan's face as they entered the park. Debra had been there before with her parents. After they passed away, she didn't come again."Pick any ride you want," Juan said. "N
"Alright," Juan responded.Across town in the Nichols family's house, Melody shot up from her seat, her face a thundercloud."What? Juan is at the amusement park with Debra?""That's not all. I heard Juan booked the entire park. And he invested one billion in Potter Entertainment just to convince Debra to go with him," Hester reported.With Shelia out of the picture, she'd seized the chance to worm her way back into the Nichols family. But Juan, fixated on Debra, barely acknowledged her existence.She'd only found out about today's escapade when she overheard whispers at the Nichols Group headquarters."That foolish boy," Melody fumed. "What is he thinking?"Now that the Frazier family was broke, Juan shouldn't waste any more time on Debra. He was supposed to divorce her as soon as possible.Melody said, "Call Joe. Tell him it's an order from me. Juan should come home now.""Yes, Mrs. Nichols Sr." Hester eagerly pulled out her phone.Joe hesitated for a moment before answerin
The moment the words escaped Debra's lips, she wished she could reel them back in.She'd seen the affection in Juan's eyes, unchanged and unyielding. He'd gambled everything on her once, and she knew he'd do it again in a heartbeat."If you want, they're all yours," Juan said without the slightest hesitation."What if I'm not joking?""I'm not either.""Forget it. I'm tired of this game. What's next?"Debra marched towards the amusement park exit, leaving Juan stunned in place.She tossed over her shoulder and said, "Don't tell me this is all you've got planned."Juan always had a backup plan. And with a grand gesture like renting out an entire amusement park, there had to be more. After all, he had even conquered his acrophobia."There's more," he said, following her lead.Whenever he tried to get closer, Debra would step forward just in time. The distance between them seemed to be as unbridgeable as that single step.Across town at Marion's place, Randy catapulted off the
"Happy birthday, Debra!""Thank..."Before Debra could finish her sentence, a voice like nails on a chalkboard echoed through the mall. "Booking out the whole mall? Quite the spectacle."The crowd parted as Melody Nichols swept in, her eyes locked onto Debra like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. Behind her, a squadron of bodyguards swiftly secured the area, drawing curious stares from onlookers.Debra's smile faded faster than a snowflake in summer."Ms. Frazier, wasn't it you who was so eager to divorce Juan? And now, here you are, coaxing him into throwing you this lavish birthday party. Is your family fortune running dry? Hoping to weasel your way back into the Nichols' good graces?" Melody scoffed, her eyes flashing with contempt. "Keep dreaming."Juan's expression darkened like a storm cloud. "Grandma..."Joe rushed in, taken aback by the scene unfolding before him. Melody, it seemed, had strong-armed her way into Juan's financial records and tracked them down to the mall."
Verna felt a pang of guilt.Garland continued to play the emotional card. "If you don't let me out, I'll spill about when you wet the bed at 12. And when you were 13, you wrote a farewell letter during your first period. I still remember every word. I...""Stop." Verna's face darkened. "Be a gentleman, okay? If you dare say these things, you're dead.""Verna, please, I really need to get out. I'm not Fermin. I want to live for myself. Debra and the others treat me like a friend. I can't just hide here knowing they're in danger. You understand me and will agree, right?""I..." Verna hesitated.Just then, Bert stepped out of the room. Seeing his stern face, Garland tensed up."I was bored in my room. Just chatting with Verna.""You think I don't know what you're planning? You want to go out? Not a chance."Before Garland could argue, he added, "But I do have a task for you."Garland scoffed, "You won't let me out, and now you want me to work for you? Dream on."Bert's face dark
At the Eaton Mansion, Garland grumbled, "I've already told you. I can't go out. You have no idea what kind of man my dad is. If you can bust me out, I'll give you all the credit in the world. Hello? Juan, are you still there?"He glanced down at his phone screen and found that Juan had already hung up. Frustrated, he threw the phone onto his bed.He'd been stuck at home for days now, yet all Juan ever cared about was Debra. If it hadn't been for helping Juan get close to Debra, he wouldn't be under house arrest now.He poked his head out of his bedroom. Verna noticed and slammed the door shut, not caring if it might hurt his head.Garland reacted quickly and blocked the door with his hand. He flashed a cheeky grin and said, "Verna, let me tell you a joke.""Not interested.""Do you know why I'm smiling at you? Because you don't hit someone who's smiling at you."Verna rolled her eyes and turned her head away, unimpressed.Garland didn't give up. "Come on, we're best buds. If I
Erica tossed back the wallet and card. She smirked, "You said you'd give us everything, so I'll take it as your gift to us youngsters."Melody didn't expect her to be so shameless, taking all that money without batting an eyelid.Joe stepped in. "Let's go, Madam."Erica added, "Don't worry. We'll fix your Ferrari and send it back. But whether you'll dare to drive it again, who knows?"To avoid any more humiliation, Joe quickly helped Melody onto the tractor.The tractor could only hold two people and was completely see-through. Anyone outside could see who was inside.Joe didn't mind, but Melody, who always cared about appearances, felt mortified.As Joe drove the tractor away, Erica laughed so hard she doubled over. She turned to Debra, who had been hiding in the security room."Did you see that? It's so funny.""I saw it all."Melody had probably never ridden a tractor in her life. Debra could imagine her anger now.Debra warned, "She's the type to hold a grudge. Be care
"Madam?" Joe froze.Melody had always cared about her reputation and had never been humiliated like this before. Forcing her to ride away on a tractor was probably more unbearable than death.Yet she agreed."What choice do we have?" she sighed. "We can't just walk back?"The summer heat alone was unbearable, and she was wearing high heels. Walking two kilometers would be the end of her. No matter how much she hated it, she had no other options.Joe nodded reluctantly. "Yes, Madam."Just then, Erica winked at Randy, who sat back in the seat."What now?" Melody asked impatiently."Not much," Erica replied, her tone casual. "You see, we're not friends or family. If you're taking our vehicle, shouldn't you pay for it?""What? You're charging me for this hunk of junk?" Melody snorted."Well, this junk protects you from wind and sun. That makes it valuable," Erica reasoned.Melody finally lost it, raising her hand to strike her.Erica quickly dodged and said, "How about a discou
"What? Mrs. Houston would never do something like this. Maybe the car hit a nail on the road," replied the guard."What are you waiting for?" Melody sulked. "Get a car to send us back."It was a scorching summer day. She wouldn't just walk home like that.The guard hesitated. "I'm sorry, Madam. Mr. Andrew Potter took all the cars out today. There's nothing available to send you back."Melody's face darkened. "Are you telling me the Nichols family doesn't have a few cars to spare?"She was already upset about giving all her savings to Debra, and this incident was the last straw.The guard explained, "Mr. Andrew Potter is thrifty. I'm sorry, but you might have to walk about two kilometers to the commercial street to catch a ride. Mr. Andrew Potter likes his quiet, so no cars are allowed in this area."Melody was furious. "You did it on purpose."Erica came out of the house. "What are you talking about? We've always been polite to our guests. Well, there is one vehicle available,
At the Potter Mansion, Melody laid everything she owned on the table."This is all my savings. When can I get that 10% share?" she asked.Debra was amazed by the dazzling collection of treasures. She clicked her tongue. "They say no one in Seamar City understands jewelry better than you. True that. Your lifetime's collection is breathtaking."Melody was not flattered at all. Her mood soured even further.Debra picked up a bracelet from the table. "Take this bracelet, for example. Its value must be millions. I have to say, an impeccable eye."Melody picked up the sarcasm in her tone. "Yes, these things are fine. But now, they're all yours."Debra set the bracelet down, her smile unwavering. "Well, business is business. I need some assurance before I can help you. Now that I've seen your collection, I feel much more at ease. Don't worry. You'll have your 10% share within seven days.""Why do I have to wait seven days?" Melody grumbled, dissatisfied.Debra sighed, "I don't want to
Melody was weak, her breaths shallow."Joe has been waiting outside," Sophie said. "I'll let him in now."Joe came in and stood by the bed. "Madam, what can I do for you?""I plan to use all my savings to buy back the 10% shares.""Madam..."Joe hesitated, knowing what they were facing. If Melody did that, she would have nothing left."I've made up my mind. Help me up first.""Yes, Madam."Joe assisted her to stand. Melody slowly walked to the safe and used her fingerprint to open it. Inside, there was only a set of keys and a card.Melody took them. "Wait for me downstairs. We'll go to the vault in half an hour."Joe was taken aback. The vault was a secure storage facility for the rich, housing anything from jewelry to property deeds. It was said to be as secure as a national treasury, impossible to breach."Madam, are you planning to give all your money to Debra?" he asked."What else can I do?" Melody replied bitterly. "I can't let the shares fall into outsiders' hands."
"Will you harm Debra?""Never.""Mark your words."Marion wrapped up the talk and left the room....Downstairs, Debra and Erica were chatting with Randy.When Marion came down, Randy muttered, "What took you so long? Drake's already gone."Marion hummed in response, uninterested in anything about Drake.Debra asked, "Did the conversation not go well?""Seriously?" Randy sighed. "Even you couldn't get Andrew to talk? That guy must have a mouth of steel.""Quit rambling nonsense." Erica gave him a light smack on the arm. "After all this chasing around, we still don't know what the treasure is.""At least we know one thing. Andrew knows the truth, right?" Debra chimed in, looking at Marion for confirmation.Marion sighed, "If he doesn't want to talk, no one can make it.""That's true," Randy muttered. "Honestly, who in this world has a tighter mouth than him? No wonder he works in intelligence. He could be the chief of the CIA.""Would you stop running your mouth?" Erica sc
"You mean the Buchan family might use this as an excuse to remove Theda?" Erica asked."Their business wasn't big to begin with. It was Theda's skills that gave them status in Wrastow City. I heard Theda likes to go it alone and has offended many people. Those veterans aren't fond of her. Now that she's caused the Buchan family such losses and lost the Nichols family's support, the elders will want her out. To keep them quiet, she needs leverage," explained Debra.Erica stroked her chin. "So, Theda must repay the company's losses, or those veterans will use this as an excuse to remove her."Debra nodded. "Theda holds a 10% stake in the Nichols Group, but it's her personal asset. It doesn't benefit the Buchans. If she can't sell these shares to fill the deficit, the shareholders won't let it go. So, I'm sure when the news of the Nichols Group selling Buchan Entertainment at a low price reaches Wrastow City, the shareholders will demand Theda to pay for the losses.""Brillant! Let's