"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
"What are you waiting for? Sign it already." Hester's voice was sharp, filled with venom.Melody, her hand trembling in anger and fear, scribbled her signature on the contract.Hester finally let go of her, shoving her roughly onto the couch. Holding the signed document like a prize, Hester stepped back, brandishing the knife in front of her."Stay back!""Juan, what are you waiting for? Grab that crazy woman and get her out of here," Melody shouted, her face red with fury.Never in her life had anyone dared to threaten her like this. Juan's inaction only served to fuel her anger."Juan, do something already!"Debra interjected, "Grandma, you might want to reconsider. "You owe her this. If she decides to sue you for conspiracy to commit assault, it'll ruin the Nichols family's reputation all over again."The news of Debra and Juan's reconciliation had barely begun to restore the family's image. Any scandal involving Hester now would undo all the progress."She just held me at
Without a second thought, Debra grabbed the car keys from Juan's hand and turned to Sophie."Sophie, hold onto Juan. I'll drive.""Yes, madam."Sophie carefully supported Juan, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to steady him.Just then, Melody rushed over, grabbing Debra's arm."Stop! Where do you think you're going?" she asked sharply."I'm taking Juan to the hospital." Debra snapped, shaking off Melody's grip.But Melody lunged forward again, her hands clasping onto Debra's sleeve with a vice-like grip. "Are you someone so kind? You're trying to hurt him. He's waiting here for the ambulance."She hadn't forgotten Debra's earlier jab at Hester to sign that document."Let go!" Debra shouted, this time breaking free with more force.Melody stumbled back, her face flushed with anger."This is my house. You can't just...""I am still the hostess of this house. It's my home too. Now, if you don't want Juan to lose the use of his arm, you better stop getting in my way. T
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