"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
"Okay, let's switch gears," Debra said, pulling out her phone.She flashed Oscar a screen displaying his electronic signature alongside Potter Entertainment's stamp. "Is this your contract?"Oscar squinted at the screen, recognizing his own signature. "Yeah, that's it."His mother had pushed him into this industry, and he'd signed the contract with Potter Entertainment without understanding the complexities of the business.He handed the phone back and asked, "Where did you get this?""Do you want out?""Out? Where?""Edgar has invested in this program, and your chance of debuting is sealed."Debra laid out the worst-case scenario. "If you stay, you're looking at endless obscurity, debt, and penalties your family can't afford. Another agency might pick you up, but success? That's a gamble.""What are you suggesting?""I bet Edgar's investment tanks within three months.""What?"Oscar was surprised and skeptical.After all, entertainment companies, especially giants like th
"It's simple. The Nichols Group's shareholders aren't clean either. Drake has dirt on them, so they have to do what he says."Theda laughed, understanding the whole thing. That explained why the mention of Drake's name alone had influenced those shareholders' decisions during the last meeting. It was because Drake had their secrets."Alright, I lost fair and square. Actually, I hold no personal grudge against you. That's why I warned you that getting those shares wouldn't be good for you. The person behind this wouldn't let you go.""You know who's behind this, don't you?""Even if I do, we're destined to be enemies. I lost to you, but next time, someone even more formidable will come after you. You won't be so lucky then."Theda poured Debra a cup of tea and continued, "We're alike. We've both been through things others can't understand. You're lucky, with so many people around you, helping you, but the path ahead is harder for you. Not something enviable."Debra didn't get it.
In the afternoon, Debra showed up at the Buchan Mansion.Sitting across from Theda, she sipped on her tea. "The tea has been ready for a while. You knew I would come.""Let's just cut to the chase," Theda said. "It's your setup, isn't it? The termination of the partnership and the sale of Buchan Entertainment at a low price. Now everyone knows that the Buchan family and the Nichols family have severed ties. Since it's my mistake, people will force me to step down."She observed Debra's expression and continued, "You're even sharper than I expected. I mean, who would have thought a pampered lady like you could orchestrate such a complex scheme and predict the outcome so accurately?""You flatter me," Debra replied. "Your solitary nature must have been formed when you were sent to the countryside as a child, and your strained relations with your family were easy to deduce. People act out of self-interest. You cause them financial losses, and they demand paybacks. Now here we are, sit
Theda sneered in response.Everything she had done for the Buchan family had earned them enough money to last generations, but now, they were biting the hand that fed them.Robert stood up, and the sight of him made everyone visibly afraid.Theda noticed his stern expression and grabbed his arm. "Sit down."Robert frowned, unwilling to back down. These people had no right to treat Theda this way."I said, sit down," Theda repeated, stressing her tone.Robert finally withdrew his murderous gaze.Joanne scoffed, "Seriously, Theda, you should find a normal secretary. We don't know where you picked him up, but he's a time bomb. You don't want him to bring trouble to our family.""That's my business. Stay out of it," Theda countered. "As for the lost money, I will figure out a way to make it up. You don't need to worry. Now you can leave. My dogs don't like outsiders here."Joanne was annoyed, but since Theda promised to pay back the money, she relented a bit."If you're going to
Theda frowned at the news. "What's the panic? I'm busy here. Tell them I won't see them."But then, a voice came from the doorway."We came all the way from Wrastow City to see you. It's a bit disrespectful to dismiss us like this, don't you think?"The voice carried a tone of arrogance and provocation. Theda turned to see a well-dressed woman in her thirties, adorned with jewelry.Her expression remained calm as she said, "Oh, it's you, Joanne. But you're not even part of the Buchan family. What brings you here?""It's not her who wants to see you. It's us," said the major shareholder of the Buchan Group, emerging from behind Joanne Tarrant.Following him were other core family members, all wearing expressions of anger."You said you wanted to expand into Seamar City and have used a massive amount of our resources. But now, not only have you failed, you've lost the Nichols Group as a partner. How can we not be upset?""Exactly. We came all this way to demand an explanation."
Debra took the medicine and band-aids, but the atmosphere in the living room suddenly felt awkward."I'm going upstairs.""Can you put it on by yourself?""Yes.""Let me see you do it."Debra cleared her throat, determined to prove she could do it. She sat down on the sofa, opened the medicine, and sprinkled it on her wound. But since her right hand was injured, using her left hand was tricky, and some of the powder spilled.With the medicine on her wound, she couldn't move her right hand at all. The band-aid lay untouched on the table. Opening a band-aid one-handed was harder than she thought."I rushed it," Debra said, trying to save face. "If I had opened the band-aid first..."Before she could finish, Andrew had already opened the band-aid and carefully applied it to her finger. His movements were gentle and precise."Do you know where Marion went?""Probably went to find someone who knows the identity of the mastermind.""Robert?" Debra was surprised.She wondered if h
Robert didn't dodge, but the bullet didn't hit him.It grazed past his ear, drawing blood.But through that action, Robert figured out something. "You didn't tell her, did you? You're such a coward. If Debra found out that your love for her isn't what she imagines, would she still love you?"With every word Robert uttered, Marion's gaze grew colder.Unfazed, Robert pressed on, "I heard Mrs. Houston is picky when it comes to relationships. If she knew that the love between you two over the past year was nothing but a joke, do you think she'd kick you out of her world and hate you for the rest of her life?""You really have a death wish." Marion's face lost every trace of humor.One of the men nearby quickly stepped forward, grabbing Marion's arm. "Sir, don't fall for it. He's trying to provoke you. If he dies, we'll never find out who's behind all this."Marion's face was icy. Robert knew that was his true nature. He was born without emotions, sympathy, and empathy.Medically sp
There were fewer people than Marion had expected.In the courtyard, a man backed away in fear, but Marion's knife was already flying towards him. The knife hit the wall before the man could escape, making him break out in a cold sweat.Marion darted over and kicked the man to the ground."I'll count to three," Marion said, pressing his foot on the man's chest. "Call Robert out.""One...""Two...""No need to bother him."A deep voice came over.Marion looked up and saw Robert standing there.Robert liked solitude and had many enemies, so Marion had spread the word that Robert was in Seamar City, drawing them over.Then it was easy to find Robert's hideout by looking for areas suddenly crowded with outsiders.Marion sat on the sofa, his voice low. "I helped you take care of your enemies. Won't you return the favor?""Favor? You spread the news in the first place," Robert scoffed. "If you want Theda to hand over that 10% stake, I can't help you.""I never said I wanted share
Liza darted off like a rocket."You little brat, I didn't let you go with him," Bert shouted.The butler advised him, "Sir, it may not be a bad thing for Miss Eaton to see more of the world.""She brings nothing but trouble to me," Bert sighed. "Seamar City is dangerous. What if something happens to her?"He banged his cane on the floor and ordered, "Send more people to keep an eye on her. Ensure her safety at all costs.""Yes, sir," the butler replied.But before he could leave to carry out the orders, Bert called him back."Wait.""Anything else, sir?""Pull back everyone watching them.""But that would put them in danger.""They can't grow without trials."Bert felt he had spoiled the two children too much.In contrast, Juan was raised with an elite education. He had endured unimaginable hardships to forge the determination and success he had today.Then there was Marion, who had wandered overseas since childhood and built his empire with bare hands, becoming a living
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