"Yes."Debra saw no reason to hide it from Juan any longer. She took a deep breath and said calmly, "I hope we can proceed with the divorce as soon as possible."Juan felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. It was so intense that he could hardly breathe."Does it have to be this way?"Debra paused mid-step, her back to him. Slowly, she revealed the harsh truth. "Juan, I don't love you anymore."Those simple words felt like a dagger twisting in his heart. He instinctively clutched his chest, the pain almost unbearable.As the head of the Nichols family, he had weathered many storms and losses, but he had nearly forgotten the raw, aching sensation of heartbreak. Until now.Debra went on to leave, her expression serene. Before uttering those words, she recalled the first time she met Juan and how he held her hand, guiding her forward.She had truly loved him, but that love belonged to a different lifetime. Given a second chance, she refused to repeat her mistakes.Her love for Ju
Freya's request made Debra laugh. "Debut?""I've worked so hard as a trainee. My talent is unparalleled. I could have debuted by now if it weren't for you. I'm coming back. I belong on stage," Freya declared, her eyes blazing with a mix of rage and desperation.But Debra could see right through her. "Tell me, Freya. Have you been working hard for your career or Oscar?""Of course, it's...""You saw me talking to Oscar and recklessly slandered me. Are you sure it's not Oscar who made you want to be a trainee?"Women like Freya, who appeared aloof and unwilling to open up, were often proud. Their actions were driven by a desire to attract attention, especially from those they admired.Debra continued, "Your so-called dream is to get Oscar to notice you and stand alongside you. But despite all your efforts, you can't even confess your love to him.""Enough!" Freya snapped. "What do you know?"Debra remained indifferent in the face of her anger. "Okay, you can debut.""Really?" Fr
Debra was surprised by Oscar's words.His ears were tinged with red, a sign of his nervousness. It was clear that he was not accustomed to showing concern for others."Are you concerned about me?""Looks like you're fine. I'll head off.""Wait.""Anything else?" Oscar stopped in his tracks."This is a good chance. Have all the trainees terminate their contracts," she said, holding out a bundle towards him.Oscar's eyes widened as he took the bundle and realized it contained twenty bank cards."What's wrong?""Is the money enough?""It's just right. Have them sign the termination papers, and I'll take care of the rest.""Alright."Oscar left, and Debra smiled.Oscar's behavior reminded her of the first time she met Michael. But unlike Michael, who was always full of schemes, Oscar was a clear-eyed college student, straightforward and honest.Meanwhile, Henry was in a state of panic. In front of him were the termination contracts from all the male trainees."Mr. Cameron, w
Debra's plan was well laid, but Andrew flashed a smile."If Edgar knew you played him like this, draining all his investment funds, he wouldn't let you off easily.""It's just a few billion. The president of the Odom Group shouldn't be holding a grudge over that, should he?"Debra shrugged, but deep down, she knew Edgar would eventually discover her scheme.Although the Potter Group and the McKinney Group had business dealings, Edgar remained oblivious to the fact that Debra was the one pulling the strings behind the McKinney Group.Naturally, he wouldn't have suspected her involvement in luring away the trainees and sabotaging the program.But secrets had a way of surfacing, and Debra knew her earlier boasting in front of Edgar would make him wary and suspicious. However, she was prepared to face the consequences and go head-to-head with him if necessary.Andrew leaned back in his chair. "Training those trainees cost me a lot of money."Debra sat down across from him. "Isn't a
Juan had withdrawn his investment, yet Debra seemed unfazed. This could only mean one thing. Someone else was secretly backing Debra.Edgar had underestimated her, but it was becoming increasingly clear that she was a force to be reckoned with.A soft knock at the door heralded the arrival of a maid. "Sir, Mr. Blair and Miss Miles are here."The mention of Declan brought him a sense of relief, but learning that Shelia had come too caused his lips to curl into a sneer.'Shelia has gone to plead with Melody behind the scenes, showing no signs of submission. It's high time I teach her a lesson.'"Tell them to wait for me in the front hall," Edgar instructed."Sure, sir," the maid acknowledged, swiftly retreating.Edgar stood, adjusting his sleeves with a sense of purpose. He needed to meet Shelia and have a serious conversation with her.Shelia sat down at the table, her eyes wandering nervously around the room. After a moment of hesitation, she turned to Declan. "Dad, can't we ju
First and foremost, Edgar would try to get rid of the child in Shelia's womb."Miss Miles, please follow me."A maid came up to lead her upstairs.Shelia hesitated, but with no viable alternative, she reluctantly complied.As they reached the room, she attempted to make a run for it, only to find that the maid had already locked the door behind them. The door was designed to be impenetrable from the inside, leaving her trapped."Open the door. Open the door!"Shelia pounded her fists against the solid wood, but the maid remained unmoved."Mr. Odom said you need to rest, Miss Blair. The doctor will come soon."Shelia's heart was gripped by fear as she listened to the distancing footsteps. She didn't know what Edgar was up to.She quickly retrieved her phone, dialing Juan's number. The call wouldn't connect. She tried Joe next, only to find that he had also blocked her.Panic set in as she understood the extent of her isolation. Edgar was a powerful man, so calling the police w
The trainee program at Potter Entertainment had been put on indefinite hold, which meant Debra no longer had any reason to go there.Meanwhile, a multitude of new programs at the McKinney Group had been approved and were being diligently followed up by Marion.Ben, having sorted out the recent programs, followed Debra into her office."Oscar and those trainees have already joined our entertainment company," Ben reported. "Michael is personally overseeing their integration."Debra nodded. "I trust Michael's abilities. Leave everything over there to him.""There's one more thing," Ben said, placing an invitation on the desk. "This is an invitation from the Nichols family.""Who sent it? Juan?""No, it's from Melody Nichols."Debra picked up the invitation, her eyes scanning the intricate design.Melody had made her disdain for Debra quite clear, so receiving an invitation from her now could only mean one thing. Trouble was brewing.She opened the invitation to see the content.
"Madam.""Have Randy and the others arrived?""Mr. Osborne and the others didn't get an invitation."Debra's lips curved into a smirk. "No invitation for Randy, Erica, Marion, but me."It was ironic since Melody had never attached so much importance to her."Let's go."She was a vision in a red gown that hugged her figure perfectly, her curls cascading down her back. Around her neck and wrists gleamed limited-edition jewelry from the Riley family. Her appearance immediately attracted attention."Mrs. Nichols Sr., Debra is here."In the center of the hall, Shelia, dressed in a white gown, stood arm-in-arm with Melody. Her pregnant belly was prominent, and standing beside Melody made her glow even more.Melody looked at Debra with a mocking smile. She clinked glasses with Leah Riley, a woman in her forties who exuded elegance and grace."Mrs. Riley, I hope you're enjoying yourself.""You too, Mrs. Nichols Sr."Leah and her husband, Jack Riley, were the epitome of a loving cou
Back at the Potter Mansion, Debra stared at the equity document. Her father's handwriting and the Frazier Group's stamp stood out.She dug into a drawer, pulling out her seal which hadn't been used for two years. She pressed it onto blank paper, comparing it to the one on the document. She expected differences, but they were the same.That stamp was real. Her father had signed off on this.She didn't get it. In her memory, they and the Potters barely crossed paths.A knock came at the door, interrupting her thoughts. She stashed the seal fast. "Come in."Marion stepped inside, and she smiled, "You're polite to knock. Thought it was Erica.""Didn't wanna barge in and spook you," Marion replied, nodding at the equity document. "Still thinking about that?""I tried to figure out why Andrew has our shares," Debra said. "I've been at it all afternoon and still don't get it.""Andrew's a big-picture guy. Maybe it was just a deal between your families. Let it go," Marion said, rufflin
"Mrs. Houston." Jordan's voice snapped her back.He continued, "Pass this equity document around. Let everyone see it. With Andrew's vote, Mrs. Houston stays."The shareholders inspected it. Once they confirmed the stamp and legal weight, the outcome was obvious."What now?" Jordan eyed Jason, who remained composed on the surface but felt bitter inside."You pushed for a fair vote," Jordan said. "Aren't you satisfied with the outcome? You won't threaten them to change their votes, will you? Well, I brought some people too. They can spar a little if you like."The room crackled with tension. Those shareholders, sensing trouble, started slipping out.The outcome was clear, with Debra winning."Well then, we're out," Jason said."Hold up," Debra stood, stepping toward him. "Tell Michael he can keep the shares he bought. But the 30% I gave my friend? He doesn't deserve it. I want it back in three days. If he doesn't deliver, I'll take it my way.""I'll pass it on," Jason replied,
"I vote for Mr. Austin." Kraig kept his head down.Debra fell silent. She'd braced for the worst, but never thought a veteran on her team would betray her."Well, that settles it," Jason smiled. "Mrs. Houston, the top spot isn't yours anymore. The shareholders have spoken..."Jordan's voice cut through the room. "Who said that's the final vote?"His appearance surprised everyone, including Debra."Didn't you double-check the McKinney Group's shares?" he added.Seven shareholders were present: four from the Frazier Group, and three from the corporate side. The results of the vote were clear enough.Jason didn't flinch. "I don't think you hold any shares. You've got no say here.""I don't," Jordan replied. "But someone does."He pulled out an equity document. "This is Andrew's 1% stake in the McKinney Group. He authorized me to vote for Mrs. Houston."Jason's brow furrowed. The other shareholders swapped confused looks. They had never heard Andrew had any shares.Debra stared
The people saying these things were all entrepreneurs who'd bought shares in the Frazier Group. Debra had long known what they were. They were sexists who'd never let a woman hold real power."You guys don't seem to hold that many shares yourselves, do you?" Debra leaned back in her chair. "Anyone else want me to step down? Or got a problem with me? Just spit it out."The room went quiet. If this election could've been neutral, they'd have rather sat it out. But that wasn't an option."If no one's got anything to say, let's vote," Debra said lazily. "Let's see how many of you want me gone.""Think carefully before you open your mouth. It'll save us trouble," Marion chimed in.The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the room. The air tensed instantly.Marion wasn't big on brain games. He preferred action. If these people hadn't contributed to the company, he'd have brought in his people instead of listening to their nonsense."Are you threatening us?" Jason said. "This ele
Debra's eyes narrowed at this guy she'd never heard of.Michael had kept it under wraps, proving he had never fully trusted her."Mrs. Houston," Jason said, "I'm here for Mr. Austin to negotiate. He called this shareholder vote in the name of the biggest stakeholder. He's got the right to kick it off. Any objections?"Debra plopped into the head chair. "Cut the polite crap. Everyone's here. Objections or not, this vote's happening, right? No way it's that simple.""Mrs. Houston," Jason said coolly, "today's vote's straightforward: who's better suited as the McKinney Group CEO, you or Mr. Austin? Everyone here sees what you both bring. In the past two years, you've barely shown up. Mr. Austin ran the show, held a key role, and raked in profits. He's the clear pick for CEO.""So, you're saying I suck as the boss?" Debra shot back.Michael didn't even show, sending this random assistant instead. That already pissed her off.Now this guy's veiled jabs annoyed her even more."I'm ju
Debra's heart sank.Back when she'd teamed up with Michael, she had nothing, offering him Frazier Entertainment shares to seal the deal. Later, Frazier Entertainment merged into the McKinney Group, and she handed it off to him.To keep her identity hidden, she'd tossed him more shares. With Frazier Entertainment, he'd racked up 30%.She'd thought he deserved it. For two years, he'd run the show plenty. She'd never seen this coming."Madam, you there?" Ben's voice shook.This was huge and should stay quiet. Otherwise, the company would fall into chaos.Debra's blood ran cold. She hadn't expected Michael to go so far."I'll be there soon," she said, hanging up.She turned to Marion. "Michael scooped up loose shares. He's gunning for a vote as top shareholder."Over 40% wasn't half, but it made him the biggest player. Calling a vote was his right.Debra only had 40%. If 10% of the rest sided with Michael, he could oust her."Don't sweat it," Marion said. "We'll hit it together.
That shut everyone up.If Jordan was right, Drake was gambling with his neck."That's too risky. I've gotta drag him back." Debra spun to leave.Erica grabbed her. "Jordan's guys are on it. They'll ping us if they find him. You can't go out like this and become their target.""I'm not their focus anymore," Debra said. "They'll zero in on Drake."She looked at Marion. "Get your people searching. We need his trail fast, or he's dead."Once the Illuminati squeezed the stone's location out of Drake, they'd kill him.Orkgate was now controlled by Lara. Drake had no other value for them."On it," Marion said.They split up. Erica and Randy tapped their networks."Debra, don't freak," Jordan said. "Drake is not dumb. Injured like that, he couldn't have gone far. As long as he keeps that secret, they won't kill him."Debra nodded. "Hope he doesn't do anything stupid."She should've seen it coming. A proud guy like Drake couldn't handle being down for so long.His injuries were bru
Outside their room, Drake froze mid-knock.His head was down, and his expression was hidden. Eventually, his hand dropped, and he sighed.He turned around and shuffled downstairs, leaning on the wall. He was a broken mess now, unwilling to drag them down....Debra woke up the next morning, reaching for Marion.He wasn't there. She bolted upright, threw off the covers, and ran barefoot downstairs, shouting, "Marion?"In the hall, Marion and Jordan turned as she stumbled in, still in her pajamas.Marion rushed up, slipping off his slippers for her. "What's with the panic?""I didn't see you." She heaved a sigh of relief. "Thought you'd...""Any luck?" Jordan asked Kale, who'd just walked in.Kale shook his head. "Not yet.""What's up?" Debra asked, clocking everyone's grim faces."Drake's gone," Marion said. "No note, nothing. We're looking.""Did the cameras catch anything? Could it be the Illuminati...""Not them. He walked out himself.""Why the hell would he just up a
Debra jolted awake from a nightmare, her forehead slick with sweat."Still torn up about Michael?" Marion's voice came from beside her.She settled into his arms, finally feeling a little relieved. These past two months, they'd faced everything alone. She hadn't curled up with him like this in forever."It's my fault," she whispered. "If I hadn't trusted Michael so much, the Eaton family wouldn't have been a mess. Mr. Eaton Sr. wouldn't have been in the hospital.""It's your fault," Marion said, patting her back. "Even without your trust, the Illuminati would've found a way in. That was their goal.""I just can't wrap my head around why Michael's one of them," she said.She'd spent all night recalling the past, from meeting Michael to building the McKinney Group with him. He was key to its success, but everything had been a lie."Maybe he was never with us," Marion said. "The Illuminati's everywhere. Didn't you check his background when you teamed up?""I..." Debra faltered.S