Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The room fell silent for a moment. Marion smirked and said, "Mrs. Nichols, you can't wrongly accuse good people."

"Yeah, we're all legitimate businessmen," Randy chimed in.

"In the realm of legitimate business, it's not up to me to judge. But I think Juan might be interested," Debra said. "I'm just a clueless rich girl, while Juan isn't. If I tell him what happened, I wonder if he'll take notice."

"You're sneaky!" Randy couldn't contain his frustration.

Debra looked at Marion seriously. "Lend me eight billion, and I'll pay you back with interest in three years."

Randy's eyes widened. "Are you kidding? Do you know how much interest that'll be? If you can't pay it back, we'll lose eight billion dollars. You're Juan's wife. Who can hold you accountable?"

"I know the interest. I'll sign a contract with you. If I can't repay, I'll give you my family's properties and stocks, and I'll work for you for the rest of my life." Randy paused and continued, "And besides, my marriage with Juan might not last three years. Even if I'm still his wife then, he won't protect me."

Marion looked up and stared at Debra for a while.

Randy's ears perked up as he smelled gossip.

But he quickly composed himself. "No, I disagree!"

But Marion agreed, "Okay, I'll lend it to you."

"What?" Randy jumped up from his chair. "Have you gone mad?"

"I'll have the finance department transfer the money to you. We'll draft the contract later," Marion said.

"Marion! Damn!" Randy stomped his foot.

"Thank you, Mr. Houston." Debra stood up, saying, "I'll await your message. Happy cooperation."

She smiled and left the office.

Randy ground his teeth. "That's eight billion dollars! Are you out of your mind? She's Juan's wife! Why would you lend her money?"

Marion grinned. "She's pretty."

"Damn it! Why should you get the girl while I pay?" Randy exclaimed.

Marion stood up, slapped a bank card on Randy's chest, and said, "I pursue the woman I fancy. It's only right that I foot the bill."

"What? Foot the bill? She's Juan's wife! What bill are you talking about?" Randy ranted.

Ignoring his protest, Marion walked out of the office.

"Both of you are insane!" Randy muttered.

Debra had just stepped into the Nichols family's mansion when she saw Juan sitting in the living room.

She frowned.

In her last life, Juan rarely came home.

'When did he become so attached to home?'

Assuming he was just lounging around, she turned to go upstairs.

"Debra!" Juan called out.

Debra halted. "What is it?"

Juan felt uneasy about Debra's recent coldness. "The auction house is pressing for payment."

"I know," Debra replied coolly.

"If you don't have enough money, you can tell me," Juan said.

"No need. I've sorted it out," Debra said dismissively.

"Where did you get the money from?"

Ten billion dollars wasn't a small amount, and Juan knew every movable asset under the Frazier family's name.

She couldn't produce such a sum on short notice.

"It's my business. You don't need to concern yourself," Debra replied.

"Don't forget that I'm your husband," Juan said.

Debra chuckled bitterly. 'Husband?'

Juan always considered it a disgrace. When did he remember he was her husband?

"You're so anxious because you're afraid I'll lose money and drag down the Nichols family," Debra said.

Juan fell silent.

Seeing his reaction, Debra knew that she had guessed right.

"I won't drag you down. I understand our marriage is a business alliance. We rise and fall together. You don't have to come home often," Debra concluded.

Juan was speechless.

He used to think that way, so after getting married, he was cold towards Debra and didn't even touch her.

But after hearing those words from Debra, he suddenly realized his excessiveness.

Juan was about to say something when suddenly a remittance message came on Debra's phone.

She didn't expect Marion's actions to be so fast.

In just an hour, the money arrived.

With the matter resolved, Debra gave a smile.

Juan pursed his lips, suddenly remembering how Debra used to follow him. She showed him the same smile, but he never cared.

"There's a party tonight. You're coming with me."

"Me?" Debra frowned.

Juan asked, "Don't want to?"

"Why don't you bring Shelia with you?" Debra was puzzled.

In her last life, whenever there was a banquet, Juan would take Shelia.

If her memory served her right, it was an international banquet that night. She insisted on going, but Juan brought Shelia in the end, indirectly paving the way for Shelia.

For such an important occasion, why would Juan suddenly think of bringing her?

"You're my wife, so naturally, you should come to such occasions with me."

Debra didn't buy it, thinking it was only because Shelia had something else to do.

Then again, she should go to such occasions more often. To start her own business, she needed connections.

"Alright then, I'll go get ready."

Juan breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, Debra was still willing to be the nominal Mrs. Nichols.

Perhaps she wasn't completely disappointed with him yet.

Shelia was in the dormitory, arranging the dress sent by Juan's secretary.

Her roommates looked at Shelia with envy.

"Shelia, your boyfriend is so sweet, giving you such a beautiful dress."

Shelia's cheeks turned rosy.

"Shelia, when will you introduce us to your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, your boyfriend is so rich, and he takes you to various banquets all the time. We're curious."

Shelia shook her head and said, "He's very busy. I'll introduce you to him when he's free."

Shelia's phone rang.

Seeing that it was a call from Juan's secretary, she answered the phone happily.

"Joe, did Mr. Nichols send you to pick me up? I'll come down right away," she said.

"Mr. Nichols said you don't need to come today," said Joe.