Erica's voice blared through the phone, loud enough for Marion to hear.Debra's cheeks flushed pink as she glanced at him, whispering into the receiver, "Did he arrange a dinner for me?""Yep, it's all set up at the Royal Grand Hotel. We're just missing the guest of honor. Randy and I are en route to pick you up. Where are you?" Erica chirped.Debra cupped her hand over the phone and mouthed to Marion, "Did you plan something at the Royal Grand Hotel?"He shook his head, and realization dawned on Debra. Erica and Randy were behind this surprise."Is Marion with you?" Debra asked, suppressing a laugh.Erica stammered, "Of course. He's waiting at the hotel.""But if Marion's with you," Debra said, grinning, "then who's sitting next to me?"There was a pause, then a burst of noise from the other end. Then Erica and Randy exclaimed in unison, "What? You're with him?"Debra heard the screech of brakes, followed by Randy's exasperated voice. "Why didn't you tell us you were together
"It's not too late, you know," Marion said softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that belied his fearsome reputation.To the world, Marion was a specter and a messenger from the shadows. But with Debra, he was different—quiet, sometimes playful, and unruly.He was cute and not scary at all."Wait here for a moment," he said, disappearing downstairs.When he returned, he held a plate with a cherry jam-filled cake. Its red center gleamed like a jewel.It was quite surprising that a man like Marion would craft something so delicate. She was touched."Try it," Marion urged.Debra took a small bite. The flavors exploded in her mouth. It was a dance of sweet and tart that lingered on her tongue."It's a shame you didn't become a chef.""I used to be a chef.""I remember you mentioned being a barber too.""Yep.""Can you tell me more about your past?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity."Sure."Debra leaned in, eager to hear his story. She'd heard whispers from Randy and Erica
Debra pondered the underlying meaning behind Marion's words.The story swirling around was indeed the stuff of legends, but something didn't add up.With the Houston family's vast empire, tracking down Marion should have been a cakewalk. Yet, for sixteen years, no one had found him. And in all that time, not a whisper of the Houstons surfaced in the tale."Do you know how my family rose to power?""The military?"The Houston family had always leaned on their military might to build their business. Over time, they'd gone legit, but their roots remained firmly planted in the armed forces. Even now, their old loyalists held sway in major military units."Debra, the reason I couldn't always be by your side was because I had to follow orders from the Houston higher-ups. But now that I'm in charge, that won't happen again," he said, squeezing her hand. "I'll protect you from all sorts of harm."Debra didn't press further. She understood Marion was trying to keep her safe and to keep h
The sky was dark, and after Shelia saw the news on TV at Edgar's home, she began to fidget.There, on the screen, was Juan, and nestled beside Melody was none other than Hester. The media was abuzz with speculation that Hester was poised to replace Debra as the next Mrs. Nichols.Shelia's hands fluttered to her slightly rounded belly. 'That old bat wants Hester to take my place in the Nichols family. Over my dead body!'Edgar was unhinged, and she couldn't stay with him. If she wanted to survive, she had to cling to Juan like a lifeline.As Edgar emerged from the bathroom, Shelia instinctively recoiled, but she quickly composed herself. She had to play this smart."Edgar," she began, her voice laced with caution. "I haven't been home in days. I miss my dad. Can I..."Edgar's sneer cut her off. "What are you scheming again?""No schemes. I just miss home."Edgar's eyes narrowed, his voice as cold as ice. "If you're thinking of crying to Declan about how I've mistreated you, thin
Edgar cast a nonchalant glance at the TV, where a news report was airing about Melody causing a ruckus at the mall."Don't worry about her.""Understood."Meanwhile, in the back of a sleek sedan, Debra was a whirlwind of activity, her fingers dancing across her phone screen. Randy eyed her through the rearview mirror, curiosity piqued."Debra, you've been at it since we got in the car. What's got you so engrossed?""I'm stirring the pot. Mind giving me a hand? I need some influencers to boost its visibility.""What kind of article?"Erica leaned in, her eyes widening as she scanned the post. It was a meticulously crafted exposé, complete with nine incriminating photos, implicating Shelia in Michael's car accident. The comments section was already ablaze with speculation and conspiracy theories.Soon, people started connecting the dots based on Debra's post. They speculated that Shelia, upset with Debra, had plotted against Michael to hurt Debra financially.Others pointed fing
The next day, Debra was chauffeured back to Potter Entertainment in Marion's car.The rumor mill among the trainees was already churning, the hot topic being Debra's dramatic exit with Juan and the subsequent uproar caused by Mrs. Nichols at the mall."Some people just don't know their place. They think they can waltz back into high society just because they want to.""Did you see the car that dropped her off today? She's got some serious backers.""After going broke, she has no other options."...Debra was unfazed by the whispers.Eve sauntered up to her and scoffed, "Mr. Nichols's investment is probably going south. What good is it to stubbornly refuse to divorce, Debra? In the end, you won't get anything."Debra raised an eyebrow. "What are you implying?"Eve smirked, "Stop pretending. We all know the Frazier family is broke. You're desperate to get back with Mr. Nichols, but with your current status, it's impossible. As long as Mrs. Nichols Sr. doesn't agree, you're done
The trainees at Potter Entertainment were no strangers to luxury, and Eve, the richest of the bunch, was particularly smitten with men like Edgar. At the news of his arrival, they whipped out their makeup kits, touching up their lips and powdering their noses.Debra frowned in contemplation, not believing it was a simple visit. She wondered if it was connected to the news she'd posted yesterday, but it would be reckless if Edgar came to confront her there at Potter Entertainment.Before she could think further, everyone had rushed downstairs.Eve's father, Henry, was beaming like he'd won the lottery. First Juan and now Edgar. Potter Entertainment was on a roll."Mr. Odom, all our trainees are present," he announced, gesturing to the gaggle of starry-eyed girls.He had gathered only the girls, but Edgar's gaze zeroed in on Debra. "Ms. Frazier."She met his stare, her voice cool. "Hello, Mr. Odom."Envious eyes swiveled towards Debra."Aren't there male trainees here?" Chace ask
As the tension in the room thickened, Debra suddenly piped up."It seems Mr. Odom has a particular fondness for male trainees. I suppose that means us ladies are out of luck when it comes to investments."The implication hung in the air like a thick fog, and Edgar's frown deepened. He withdrew his hand from Oscar's shoulder as if it were on fire.Henry began to sweat bullets, not expecting Debra to be so blunt.In a bid to smooth things over, he interjected, "Haha, you're joking, Debra. Mr. Odom will invest in the whole program. All of you will be funded. Mr. Odom is a real man."But his effort only made things worse as everyone struggled to stifle their laughter.Edgar's voice turned silky, a mocking undertone barely concealed. "Mrs. Nichols, it seems I must have offended you in the past. Why else would you be so keen on targeting me now?"Debra shrugged. "Mr. Odom, you're joking. There is no such thing."Edgar leaned in, his voice a low whisper meant only for her ears. "The n
"See you around," Michael said, smiling at Marion.His action got under Marion's skin. Taking a deep breath, Marion turned off the stove and took the eggs out.Debra glanced at him. "You seem hostile to Michael.""He's not worth my time," Marion replied flatly, peeling the eggs.Then he walked over to her and gently pressed the egg against her injured spot."This will help reduce the swelling. You went too hard on yourself. It's gonna hurt tomorrow.""Michael was just messing around. Don't be fooled by his innocent look. He's got a mischievous side. I think he just wanted to see if you cared about me. He wasn't trying to provoke you."Marion hummed in response, seemingly unbothered by it.He looked down at the bruise and sighed, "He wasn't wrong about one thing.""What is it?""I failed to take good care of you.""That was my doing. It wasn't your fault.""My job is to protect you. I can't let you get hurt even in the slightest." Marion pinched her nose. "I'll carry you to
When Debra and Marion came back, Michael quickly ended the call."You didn't check in with Hannah before leaving?" Debra asked."This trip is for work," Michael replied, closing his laptop. "Hannah was just briefing me on tomorrow's schedule."He noticed her disheveled appearance. "You guys came back so early. Guess the investigation didn't go as smoothly?""Let's just say it was a bit intense. Marion can tell you about the details," Debra said, sitting down on the couch.Marion habitually warmed up some milk for her and grabbed some pre-sliced cake from the fridge.He didn't stick around in the living room but went straight to the kitchen to boil eggs.Michael raised an eyebrow. "Feels like he doesn't quite like me."Marion heard it, his grip tightening around an egg. Then there was a cracking sound.Michael added, "My visit seems untimely. Should I move out?"But he made no move to get up.Debra took a sip of milk. "No way. I can't let you leave, especially since you're th
God knew how panicked Marion was when that guard raised his gun at Debra."I..." Debra murmured, "I couldn't find you.""That's not an excuse." Marion frowned. "Do you not trust me, or are you just used to handling everything yourself? Even if you stood there doing nothing, I could find you in a second. You shouldn't have rushed it like that.""The doors were closing, and I was worried that the guy would get away, so..." she explained."I don't care about the Illuminati. I care about you." Marion cupped her face, his tone serious. "You can't go solo like that again.""What if I do that again?" Debra looked at him.Marion pinched her cheek and muttered, "I'll break your legs so that you can't run off again."Debra slapped his hand away. "It was a special case today. I won't do it again.""Remember what you said. Don't make me worry," Marion relented, pinching her nose."By the way, what's the situation now?""I've handled it.""How?"He fell silent, but she didn't press furt
The man trembled and spilled every bit of information he knew about the Illuminati."Sounds like you're not so useful," Marion said, watching the man shiver in fear. "Everyone here is guilty. To redeem yourselves, your souls will stay in this castle."Before anyone could process his words, gunshots erupted around them. Screams filled the air. In just moments, the castle was thick with the smell of blood."You're out of your mind!" shouted the man, rushing toward the exit.But before he could get close, he was shot dead."Sir, we'll take care of the rest," said a guard."Make sure to clear all the traces," Marion ordered before leaving the castle alone.His eyes reflected the cold light of the moon. The air around him was chilling.Since the day he arrived overseas, everyone was nothing more than a dead man to him....Debra had a dream of her coming-of-age ceremony.Everyone was smiling, and everything was perfect.Suddenly, a gunshot shattered everything. The world went bl
For a moment, the castle fell silent after the gunshot. Then, more shots rang out, each one chipping away at the crowd's composure.A man, trembling, slowly raised his hands and stood up. "I'm a member of the Illuminati."Others scrambled to follow. "Me too."Within moments, nearly 70 to 80 percent of the people in the room were on their feet.The ones who stayed seated were mostly the "merchandise"—people the Illuminati had prepared. They quickly stood as well."Mr. Houston, have mercy," one of them begged. "We were just hired. We don't even know who's in charge."The men and women, who had been laughing and flirting with the wealthy elites, were now shaking in fear.Barely covered, they huddled together, terrified that Marion would kill them.Marion leaned back in his chair, glancing at the crowd. "Words don't count. Prove it."His men raised their rifles, aiming at the heads of the so-called members."I have proof," said one of them, pulling out a badge. "Here. Look. This
The Illuminati lackeys, totaling 30, were all dead now.Their bodies lined up neatly in a row.Marion took off his mask and casually tossed it into the corner. The guests recognized him and froze in place.Everyone there had heard of his infamous name. But they never thought he'd be bold enough to do a massacre.One of his men placed a chair behind him, but Marion didn't sit. Instead, he slowly stepped forward and casually removed the mask of a plump man.He smirked, When he saw the man's face, Marion smiled in a way that was hard to describe. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pearson.""M-Mr. Houston..." Harvey Pearson sweated nervously.Marion casually asked, "Does your wife know you're here?" "We're just here to have some fun, Mr. Houston. We haven't done anything to offend you. We wouldn't dare."Marion ignored him, turning to rip off more masks."Mr. Glenn, Mr. Stokes, Mr. Salazar..." he muttered, raising his hand.At the signal, his men removed the masks of the remaining guest
The moment the gunshot rang out, Debra felt a gust of wind rush past her ear, followed by a ringing in her ears. It felt like the whole world went silent.In the nick of time, Marion had appeared and twisted the guard's neck. Then the bullet missed its target.Marion was dressed in a suit and a black mask, like many others did. Still, Debra recognized him at a glance."Let's go," he urged.With the alarm set off, all the guards would be gathering on the second floor in less than two minutes.The two of them rushed downstairs and quickly blended in with the chaotic guests.Unfortunately, the exit had been shut, and guards were closing in on them from every direction.Debra, who had inhaled too much of the gas, was already delirious.Her mind was foggy, and her legs felt as though they were floating. She focused on Marion's hand gripping hers, and memories of someone else holding her hand flooded her mind.The memory was blurry, like a dream, and the figure of the young man in t
It was the symbol of the Illuminati.A man's voice echoed through the castle."Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kingdom Come. Here, you can fulfill your every craving."The atmosphere in the room seemed to get even hotter because of it, but the voice rang a bell to Debra, whose cheeks were starting to burn.Back in Orkgate, the scent released by Drake's men wasn't this strong.The people around her seemed hypnotized. Many had abandoned their dignity and danced wildly in the ballroom.The gamblers were all in deep, their faces flushed with excitement. Meanwhile, the women on sale started using every trick they could to satisfy the buyers.The male pets were even openly draped around the rich women, their hands roaming all over their bodies.Debra felt sick just watching it from the corner. She looked around, trying to find Marion.Without success, she focused on tracing the source of that earlier voice. She looked up at the second floor, but there wasn't a single soul.She was
The bodyguards at the entrance were intimidating.When Debra handed over her invitation, she worried there might be fingerprint scans or facial recognition. That would make things tricky.But the guards barely glanced at it before waving her through. Debra was surprised by how smoothly things went.This castle was one of the top three landmarks overseas, and it had never been open to the public. During the day, it was a tourist attraction. But now, someone managed to host a private banquet right there.Once inside, she was faced with one more hurdle. Rows of scanners stood ahead, all meant to detect any restricted items.Debra was carrying no gun, but Marion had given her a Bluetooth earpiece to stay in contact.To minimize suspicion, they decided to enter separately. She would go in first, and he'd follow shortly after.She hesitated for a moment before taking off the earpiece and tossing it into a shadowed corner.Just as she stepped forward, someone in front of her triggered