Debra pondered for a moment before replying, "Technically, we're enemies."Oscar fell silent, seemingly weighing whether she was telling the truth. Debra continued, "I've been straight with you about my relationship with Edgar. It's only fair you do the same."She could see Edgar was gunning for Oscar, just like a predator stalking its prey.The murderous intent in Edgar's eyes had been unmistakable."No comment."He turned to leave, but Debra's next words stopped him cold."Is he your brother?"Oscar whirled around, his hand shooting out to grasp Debra's neck, not tightly, but firmly enough to send a clear message. "How do you know that? Who are you?"Debra remained composed. "Your reaction just confirmed it."Oscar was taken aback, his grip loosening. Debra vaguely remembered some rumors about the Odom family from her previous life. Although the Odom family had dealt with them, it was better to believe in their existence than to dismiss them.Given the resemblance betwee
"If I go talk to him..." Oscar began.Debra cut him off, her voice assured. "It's pointless, Oscar. You didn't choose to be born into this mess, but your very existence here threatens Edgar's status. Nothing you say will change that. He might act friendly to your face, but behind your back, he'll be scheming to take you down."Oscar fell silent, his expression troubled. He just wanted to dance and find his stage, away from the drama and the politics.Seeing his turmoil, Debra softened her voice. "Here's the deal: come find me tonight. I have a business proposition for you. If you agree, I promise Edgar won't bother you anymore."Oscar looked at her, surprise and suspicion warring in his eyes. "You have a solution?"Debra shrugged. "Believe me if you want. If not, just forget it. I'm not here to force you into anything."With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Oscar staring after her. "Tonight at 8:30, back practice field."Tomas, who had been lurking nearby, tried to catc
Oscar frowned, his voice a low growl. "What's it to you?"He barely knew Freya. They were just neighbors, nothing more. Yet here she was, reminding him of his family rule.He shrugged off her hand, recoiling from her touch. Freya flushed, stung by the rejection.Tomas, overhearing, stepped in. "Oscar, that's no way to talk to a lady. Don't worry, Freya. I'll have a word with him."But his chivalry only fanned Freya's humiliation. She stormed off, finding Debra in the dance studio. She marched up, hand raised to strike, but Debra caught her wrist."What's your problem?"Freya, always the picture of calm, was unraveling."You're shameless. Stringing men along, and now you're after Oscar too?"She tried to wrench free, but Debra held firm. "I don't know what you're talking about. Are you jealous?"Her words hit a nerve, and Freya's face darkened."I...""I see." Debra released her, stepping back. "If you like someone, you should make an effort to win them over. If you like him,
Eve heard her father's summons and skipped over, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Hello, Mr. Odom. I'm Eve Cameron.""This is my daughter," Henry introduced.Edgar, with a polite smile, responded, "Ah, I didn't expect your daughter to be here as an intern. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Cameron."Eve blushed, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Before she could utter another word, Henry steered her aside."Mr. Odom, allow me to introduce the team leader and backbone, Freya George."Edgar's eyes gleamed with interest as he took in Freya. "Impressive. There aren't many with such a commanding presence in this industry. I believe Miss George will shoot to stardom."Everyone around was surprised by Edgar's high praise for Freya. They showed looks of astonishment.Debra, however, was unimpressed. Freya had confronted her earlier out of jealousy, and now Edgar was trying to get close to Oscar through Freya.Unaware of Edgar's hidden agenda, Freya basked in the p
Debra's words were a gauntlet thrown, a challenge only she and Edgar understood.Edgar's smile faded like the setting sun.Ashley whispered her ridicule. "Has Debra lost her marbles? Does she really think her dance is worth five billion?""Who does she think she is? She is done for," echoed another trainee.Their eyes gleamed with anticipation of Debra's imminent downfall.Edgar waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not in the mood today. Since you sprained your ankle, let's forget about it."Henry mopped the sweat from his brow, relief flooding through him. He couldn't afford to offend Debra with Juan backing her, nor could he cross Edgar, the head of the Odom family.Eve, ever the opportunist, stepped forward. "Mr. Odom, if Debra won't dance, I will. I'm a much better dancer than her."But Edgar didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, he stood up and said, "Let's wrap this up. I hear you have physical training sessions in the afternoon.""Yes, but the intense training is usually in
They were going to participate in a show, and offending the investors now was akin to shooting themselves in the foot.Gritting their teeth, the trainees began the grueling run.Debra shot a cold glance at Edgar, aware that he was trying to mess with her and possibly with Oscar too. His tactics were as transparent as they were nauseating.Intentionally falling behind, Oscar leaned close to her and said, "Slow down. Time isn't an issue; keeping your breath steady is most important."Without waiting for her to respond, he added, "I'll be here waiting for you at 8:30 tonight."Then he picked up his pace and ran ahead. Freya watched the exchange, her fists clenched in anger.After an hour of relentless running, they barely managed to finish 30 laps. The boys were holding up, but the girls were struggling. Though in the winter chill, sweat drenched their bodies.Their makeup was smudged, but they couldn't wipe their faces. It was simply tormenting.Edgar observed their exhaustion wi
"Tango." Debra offered her hand to Edgar, a challenge in her eyes.He took it without hesitation. Henry signaled the broadcast room, and soon, the practice field was filled with the sultry rhythm of the tango.Edgar wrapped an arm around Debra's waist, whispering, "No wonder Juan can't let you go. If you were mine, I wouldn't either.""Is that so?" Debra's response was swift and painful—a stomp on his foot. Edgar winced, but she wasn't done. She stepped on his foot again, driving him back."I heard you're backing Juan's investment in this trainee program. Is it true?""Juan likes you so much. Even with the divorce issue, he still shares everything with you.""You've invested several billion. Aren't you afraid of losing it all?"Edgar shrugged. "Juan's investments are solid. I'm not worried.""Who said that Juan's investments are always safe?" Debra looked up at him, a sly gleam in her eyes. "Believe it or not, I can make that program bleed money within three months."Edgar c
Henry, who had been worried about Eve, shouted, "Everyone, stop!"His usual composure was thrown to the wind, replaced by a father's desperate cry.The trainees, who had been relentlessly frog-jumping across the field, crumpled to the ground. Exhaustion clung to them like a second skin."Let's see how you're going to make me lose money," Edgar said.Debra smiled enigmatically, her eyes giving nothing away.Edgar walked away, and Henry scurried after him.By nightfall, the intense training had taken its toll. Everyone was too worn out to even lift their forks."My legs feel like they're made of lead.""It's all Debra's fault. If she had just danced earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess."The complaints echoed through the dining hall, but Debra was nowhere to be found.Tomas, puzzled, voiced his thoughts. "What's Edgar playing at? Is he just messing with us, or does he have a screw loose?"Oscar put down his fork and knife and cleared his plate. Tomas shouted after him, "Hey! I
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
When they entered the dream, the gems were real.Fermin had woken up faster than them and taken the gems. Then he must have found a way to hide them or hand them off to someone else.In other words, this whole thing was planned. "If that's the case, Mrs. Houston and the others are in danger," Barton said anxiously, realizing someone in their group was a traitor.The Illuminati couldn't have collected so many rare stones for nothing. There had to be a scheme."I need to think this through," Andrew muttered, pressing his forehead.Barton noticed his pale face and immediately stepped forward. "Sir, are you having another episode? William said you shouldn't stress yourself out. I'll get your medicine.""Come back," Andrew said. "I'm not taking any medicine right now.""It won't work, sir. The doctor warned you against thinking too much. That's why you left Seamar City to enjoy peace. Mrs. Houston has Mr. Houston looking out for her. You don't need to worry, sir."Andrew had thoug
Michael chuckled, "You probably won't believe this, but after I finished work, I found this thing right outside my door.""What?" Debra was shocked.Michael explained, "Since that night you asked me to keep an eye out, I reached out to a few international contacts. But I came up empty. Then, the very next day, this thing was sitting outside my door."Debra mused, "So, you think someone knew you were investigating, so they gave you a shortcut?""If that's the case, then the organization must be massive, and the entertainment industry could very well be their way of spreading their influence," Michael said.A lightbulb went off in Debra's head.At those banquets held by the Lowe family, most of the guests were from the entertainment industry. Whether they were once-famous stars or rising ones, these celebrities were typically the targets of wealthy businessmen.If the entertainment industry was being used to spread Illuminati teachings, then it wasn't the stars trapping the rich m
When the bathroom door opened, Debra was soaking in the bathtub.She asked awkwardly, "Uh, where's the towel?"It was her first time staying in that house, and she hadn't expected the towel not to be in the bathroom.Marion was relieved to see her fine. "I'll get it for you."He walked over to grab the towel, then entered the bathroom and draped it over her shoulders.Her cheeks looked rosy, maybe because of the heat in the bathroom.Worried about her injury, he gently lifted her out of the bathtub. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Their breaths mixed as she was held close to him.His arms were robust, easily lifting her with no effort."Are you tired?""I-I am.""Then lie down and let me serve you."He kissed her forehead, but she tapped his shoulder. "Hey! I just finished my shower."It was getting dark. Marion ordered takeout, all of Debra's favorite dishes.Her body was sore all over. She didn't want to move, and Marion had to feed her.Leaning on t
"Marion, what are you doing?" Debra shot him a warning look.Marion shrank back."Alright. I'll call again when I get there," Michael said."Okay." Debra ended the call and looked up to see Marion's frustrated look."I'm hungry," she said, pecking him on the lips.Marion lost what little control he had left. He tilted her chin up, pressed a hand to the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply.It wasn't until they were both breathless that he finally pulled away."Let's go eat," he said.Debra glared at him, knowing he was doing that on purpose."Well, I'm not that hungry anymore," she said deliberately.Marion looked back and met her limpid eyes. His lips, slightly swollen from his kisses, were soft and inviting like ripe cherries."I am hungry, though." His voice was low, teasing.This time, his kisses were slow, lingering. His lips trailed down to her neck, and their breaths both quickened.Debra's silk nightgown slipped down to her waist, the lace straps of her undergar