Debra glanced at Marion, and in that instant, she realized what was going on.She quickly addressed Ben."Got it. I'll call him back later.""Okay."After ending the call, Debra turned toward Marion, raising an eyebrow."Did you mess with my phone?""I didn't touch it."Marion's expression was as innocent as a puppy's, and Debra remembered that her phone had been with her the whole time. Still, her gut told her that Marion was involved."You'd better come clean," she warned with a half-smile.Faced with her ultimatum, Marion sighed and confessed, "Randy and Erica installed a chip in your phone. It automatically blocks all calls and messages from Juan.""And you weren't going to tell me?" she asked, folding her arms."I forgot," Marion said innocently.Debra pressed her fingers to her temples, frustrated but not surprised. This was exactly the kind of thing Randy and Erica would pull.After their last run-in, it seemed they were determined to use any means necessary to stop
By the time Debra arrived at the Nichols family's residence, it was already afternoon.She took out her keys, but just as she was about to open the door, she remembered that the locks had been changed long ago.Right then, Sophie opened the door. When she saw Debra, her face lit up with uncontrollable joy."Madam, you're back. Come on in." Sophie ushered Debra inside, beaming as she spoke. "I heard you were coming back today, so I made a table full of dishes. Mr. Nichols said you would be staying. Is it true?"Debra shook her head lightly. "Not quite. I still have to leave for work."Sophie nodded understandingly. "That makes sense. Work matters."Juan descended from the second floor. His expression, usually cold and distant, finally softened a bit when he saw Debra.Melody emerged from her room and cast a glance at Juan, clearly displeased, but she eventually reined in her temper and said, "Sophie, you really don't know how to follow proper etiquette. How could you not inform m
"Half a million a month. You wouldn't even need to leave the house, and that should be enough.""I don't think so."Debra rested her chin in her hand, gazing at Juan with a tender expression."Juan gives me a million every month and allows me to work.""What?" Melody shot a stern look at Juan. Her tone turned serious as she asked, "Juan, is this true?"Juan knew Debra was saying this on purpose, but he calmly replied, "Debra can do whatever she likes. Grandma, you don't need to worry about it.""How can I not worry? At my age, I expect to see the next generation being born. You're Juan. How could you keep such things from me?" Melody sulked.Debra chimed in, "Don't be upset, grandma. This is a private matter between us as a couple. Juan and I have already signed an agreement. We agreed that after remarrying, we'd be child-free."Juan choked on his soup, while Melody was stunned."Child-free? Juan, how could you agree to such a thing?"Debra contentedly continued her meal wh
In Debra's memory, the Nichols family's true rise began during the generation of Juan's grandfather, who then passed on the reins to Juan's father.Debra had never heard Juan mention much about his grandfather's era, and in this house, there wasn't even much left to remind anyone of him."Yes," Juan confirmed."So, does that mean the Nichols family business has been around for a century?" Debra asked. Outwardly, the Nichols Group always boasted about being a century-old enterprise. But truthfully, the family's wealth and success had only been built up over a few decades.In those early days, they were more like nouveau riche, which was why Melody always hoped her son and grandson would marry well-educated, upper-class women from esteemed families."Probably," Juan replied. "My grandparents didn't build their fortune in Seamar City. I don't know much about their past."Debra fell into silent thought while Juan lit three sticks of incense. Handing them to her, he seemed to invite
"You think I'd be foolish enough to make the same mistake twice?"Juan's cold, sharp words hit Hester like a slap, leaving her stunned."I didn't drink that wine. And the person who came to your room that night wasn't me. Do you need me to spell it out for you before you'll stop this?"For the past few days, Melody had arranged for Hester to stay at the Nichols family's ancestral home, hoping she'd familiarize herself with the household.A few days ago, Hester had drugged a glass of wine and sent it to Juan's study, thinking she'd trap him. But Juan had known all along that it was a scheme orchestrated by Melody.To save Melody from embarrassment, he had Joe switch the wine ahead of time and send Hester away before anything could happen.As for what happened next, Juan had no idea, but one thing was certain. The person who went into Hester's room that night wasn't him."That's impossible! Melody told me that..." Hester stammered in disbelief."Melody told you that Juan came to
Juan's gaze turned sharp. Debra couldn't pinpoint which question had triggered his defenses, but from the look in his eyes, she could tell that Juan knew something.Before she could push further, a maid came running up, breathless. "Sir, Miss Vargas just took off with your car."Debra said, "I only wanted her to find Melody for clarification. Now she's all worked up. Let's hope nothing serious happens.""Let's go," Juan said, leading her to leave.He quickly started up his spare car, speeding toward the new home.Meanwhile, Hester was pounding on the front gate. Sophie opened the door with a look of confusion, only to be even more puzzled when she saw Hester, looking wild and almost hysterical. "Miss Vargas?""Where is Mrs. Nichols Sr.? Where is she?""She..."Before Sophie could even finish her sentence, Hester pulled out a knife, the blade catching the light. Sophie's face drained of color, her voice shaking."What are you doing with that?""I need to see Mrs. Nichols Sr.
Debra ripped off the fragile veil of Melody's pretense.Melody fell silent, and Hester was enraged."Is what she said true? You did all of this? You knew from the start that the person who entered my room wasn't Juan. You set me up," she shouted.Melody responded only with cold impatience, "You lack skills and have only yourself to blame."The words pierced Hester's heart like a knife. She had trusted Melody, believing that winning Juan's affection would eventually lead to a future by his side. But now, it has become clear. Melody had seen her as nothing more than a pawn, discarding her when she was no longer useful."It's all because of you!"In a surge of fury, Hester lunged forward. Melody took a fearful step back, her usual composure slipping.Hester had the knife at Melody's throat, trembling with the intensity of her emotions. For the first time, genuine fear flickered across Melody's face."What do you think you're doing? Have you lost your mind?""Yes. I have lost my m
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Melody shot Debra a sharp glare, displeased with what she had just said.Unfazed, Debra continued, "How about one billion dollars? I've heard that Melody has quite a personal fortune. That should be enough to compensate for your emotional damages."Hester wavered further. Her family business was only a mid-sized enterprise, and one billion dollars was a massive amount of money.If she could bring that sum back to her family, maybe they'd overlook the fact that she had lost her chastity. Perhaps they wouldn't see her as a useless daughter."I disagree!" Melody snapped.She didn't have nearly that much set aside for herself, and the mere thought of handing it over to someone who used to bring her foot-washing water made her blood boil.Hester barked, "Shut up!"Melody, held at knifepoint, didn't dare to move.Hester glared at her before adding, "I don't just want one billion dollars. I want a villa in the city center, too. And I demand tha
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