Melody stood frozen, her mind reeling from the revelation that she had never anticipated. She didn't believe Juan would give them any evidence."This is impossible. You're just trying to drive a wedge between us.""Mrs. Nichols Sr., you've built a solid reputation in this industry. But if we take this to court, you'll be facing a serious lawsuit. Let's see where your precious reputation will land you then."Jenson hit her soft spot.Melody's reputation had been built not only on her own merits but also on the powerful men in her life—her husband, her son, and now, Juan.But now, Juan had chosen not to protect her. She realized with a sinking heart that she was on her own. She slumped down onto the couch, unable to fathom how the very grandson she had raised and nurtured could turn his back on her like this.Sophie rushed to support her, glaring at the Vargas family members. "Mrs. Nichols Sr. is not well. She needs to rest. If you don't leave now, I'll call security." Jenson kep
That was one billion dollars. There was no way Melody would let that kind of money fall into Hester's hands.The Vargas family wasn't even a big player in the business world. If they had any value at all, it was only because they'd been lucky enough to cross paths with her."Yes, Mrs. Nichols Sr.," Sophie responded.She sighed and called Debra, who was waiting in the hospital corridor for Juan's surgery to finish."Madam, how is Mr. Nichols?""The surgery isn't over yet. Why?""Well, the Vargas family came to cause trouble earlier," Sophie said, casting a glance at Melody, who was lounging on the couch nearby. "Mrs. Nichols Sr. wants him to call her once he wakes up."Debra spoke calmly. "Juan isn't waking up today. If Mrs. Nichols Sr.'s got a problem, she'll have to solve it herself.""But the deadline...""Sophie, whose name is on that contract?""It's Mrs. Nichols Sr.'s.""Since she signed it, she can pay for it herself. One billion dollars is hardly anything, right? I'm
Melody opened one of the jewelry boxes and took out a sapphire, its deep blue glow mesmerizing. "Just this sapphire alone is worth a billion. Tomorrow, you take it to the Vargas family. Let them get a good look at what real wealth looks like."Sophie blurted out, "This sapphire is an heirloom, isn't it? They say it once belonged to royalty. It's far too valuable."Melody waved her off. "I've got things in this suitcase that are worth much more. Debra wants to drain me dry, but does she even realize who she is facing? A billion dollars is nothing. Give it to her. And when I'm gone, not a cent of this will end up in her hands.""But...""Just take it away."Melody kept her composure, pretending this was no big deal. But the moment Sophie left the room, she felt a deep pang of regret.Even though her jewelry collection was worth a fortune, the liquid assets in her possession didn't amount to a billion dollars. Over the years, most of the family's wealth had gone into buying jewelry
The atmosphere grew tense. Joe stepped in to break the awkwardness."Sir, how about I go get the car? You should head back with Mrs. Nichols. She's been waiting here throughout your whole surgery.""Yeah, go get the car.""I'm not going with you."Joe advised her just in time, "Madam, the press is waiting outside. If you don't leave with us now, the tabloids might spin some nasty rumors."Debra thought about the situation. Now that she had just gotten back together with Juan. If she left alone, it would give rise to gossip."Let's go together then."Without further argument, the three of them got into the car. As they pulled out of the parking lot, a swarm of reporters rushed forward, cameras flashing and questions flying."Lose them.""Yes, sir."Joe quickly accelerated the car. Within moments, they had sped past the crowd, leaving the reporters behind in the dust."Sir, I believe Mrs. Nichols Sr. is still at the house.""I already told her to leave.""She might not want
Juan's cold response infuriated Melody. She pointed at Debra and demanded, "Is it really that you refuse to get involved, or is she stopping you?"Debra suddenly found herself dragged into the fray. With an innocent expression, she blinked and said, "Grandma, what do you mean by that? Why drag me into this? What does any of this have to do with me?""Don't you play dumb with me!" Melody's eyes were wild with accusation. "Juan was in surgery, so how could he have possibly handed over evidence to the Vargas family? Do you think I'm senile and foolish? This is clearly your doing. You're trying to drive a wedge between me and Juan."Debra just gave her a small smile. "It seems there's been a misunderstanding between us.""Misunderstanding?" Melody sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Don't try to fool me. I don't care what tricks you used to trick Juan, but let me remind you, Juan is my grandson. He would never choose you over me.""Enough!" Juan's voice cut through the tension
Debra pushed the door open and found Melody sitting by the bedside."Melody, are you still angry with me?""Cut the act, Debra. Don't think just because Juan likes you, you can do whatever you want in this house. Let me tell you, men are fickle creatures. He used to be all about Shelia, and now it's you. Who's to say he won't move on to someone else next? And when he stops protecting you, what will you be then? Nothing."Debra wasn't fazed. "You're right. Men are unpredictable, so it won't matter to me who Juan likes in the future.""What are you getting at?""I suppose you know what will happen to the Nichols family if I don't make peace with Juan right now, don't you?"Melody's frown deepened, her lips pursing tightly. Debra smiled knowingly, continuing, "But then again, you've spent your whole life enjoying the luxuries. You've never once bothered with business affairs, so naturally, you wouldn't be aware of how the stock has been plummeting these past few months.""Stop sp
Joe hesitated, and Debra quickly reassured him, "Don't worry. I'm just going to have a simple conversation with them. It won't drag your boss into anything."Joe bowed his head. "Yes, ma'am."The Vargas family, basking in the glow of the newly signed contract in their hands, hadn't anticipated Debra's arrival. When the maid announced her presence, the mood in the house shifted immediately.Jenson frowned deeply. "What's she doing here?"Lauren Vargas chimed in, "Maybe we should just send her away. She's Juan's wife after all. She's probably here to speak on behalf of the Nichols family."Jenson nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Let's get rid of her."But Hester interrupted, "Maybe we should let her in."Lauren turned on her, shocked. "Don't be foolish. Don't you realize why she's here? She's probably going to plead on behalf of the Nichols family."Hester shook her head. "No, that's not true. Debra reminded me to demand that contract in the first place. Without her advice, we wouldn'
Lauren was puzzled. "Then what brings you here?"Debra replied, "I came to ask the three of you. What are your thoughts on this ring?""Thoughts?" Lauren glanced at Jenson before forcing a smile. "Well, our family is modest and humble. Since the ring is already quite valuable, we see no reason to refuse it."Debra turned her gaze to Jenson. "Mr. Vargas, do you feel the same way?"Jenson was a small-time businessman who had worked his entire life without earning enough to afford a ring like this.He simply nodded. "If sold, this ring could fetch a considerable price. I have no reason to be dissatisfied."Debra raised a problem. "Indeed, this ring is worth one billion dollars. However, you'll find it difficult to sell."Lauren was confused. "Please enlighten me. The ring is in perfect condition. Why would it be hard to sell?"The ring boasted high quality and a long history. If they put it up for auction, it was bound to bring in a fortune.Debra let out a soft sigh. "Mrs. Varga
Liza grinned cheekily, "My allowance has gone up every year, but don't lose heart. I'll tell Dad to raise your allowance too."She looked at Garland's sullen face and patted his shoulder. "Cheer up. I'm off shopping."She leisurely hummed a song and skipped away.Far away in Seamar City, Robert was reporting his duties to Theda."These past few days, most of the McKinney Group's clients have jumped ship and joined us. Now that their artists are on hiatus, we can grab their endorsement deals. Within a month, we'll swallow up all the resources they're holding onto," he said."Is Debra doing nothing about this?" Theda asked."She did," Robert replied. "Michael has been working around the clock. Debra's trying to use him to salvage the situation. But it's not working.""Michael may be their ace, and Debra's relying on him to secure only luxury brand endorsements. But if she doesn't care about the smaller deals, we'll take them," Theda said, tapping her chin. "Without clients or reso
On a beach overseas, Debra lay on a lounge chair.In front of her was the blue sky, white clouds, and the endless ocean. The golden sand glittered in the sunlight.She wore sunglasses and flashed a peace sign for a picture before posting it on social media.In the picture, she showed half her face, while the other half captured their artists building a sandcastle.The caption read, [Blue skies, white clouds, the ocean, playful employees, and a boss you'll never have.]The comments section quickly exploded.[I know team building, but I've never heard of a boss taking their employees abroad for it. I want such a boss.][Girl, you just took away all my idols.][The McKinney Group's artists have all gone on break. My happiness is gone.]...In floral trunks, Garland was grumbling while digging in the sand with a shovel, "Your wedding hasn't even happened, and you're already on a honeymoon? You can have your honeymoon. Why let me arrange everything and foot the bills?"Liza heard
Erica chimed in, "Right now, with half the entertainment industry's resources in their hands, their artists are already strained. If they take our deals too, those artists will be run into the ground. Even if they worked 24/7, they wouldn't be able to handle that kind of workload.""To capitalists, artists are just tools to make money. They couldn't care less about how the tools feel. And since those artists are mostly rookies, their rates are relatively low. After layers of exploitation, the pay they take home won't match the work they're doing," Debra replied. "Meanwhile, our artists are enjoying paid vacations for two months, traveling and relaxing. Do you think the Buchan Group's artists will feel okay with that? These are skilled professionals, but they're stuck doing assembly-line work. With such intense workloads, their performance will inevitably suffer, and the quality of their work will drop. For artists, no good work means no staying power. Their popularity will fade, and a
"She's probably trying to catch us off guard with this move," Debra said, calming down. "She's pushing her artists to work nonstop, taking on every gig they can get. By marketing them so aggressively, she's maintaining a temporary buzz. Advertisers will shift their partnerships from our artists to hers. If we lose most of our clients all at once, it'll throw our company into chaos. That's when she will swoop in."Andrew muttered, "So, it's a mind game? Theda knows how to play dirty."But Erica still looked troubled. "Now we know what she's doing. What can we do? Just sit by when she steals our clients?"If they lost their clients, their artists' commercial value would plummet. That would be a heavy blow to their business. Their revenue would dive, and they would lose their standing in Seamar City.Debra smiled mysteriously, "If Theda wants to disrupt us, we'll meet changes with constancy.""What do you mean?" Erica was puzzled."Didn't Michael just say that artists aren't machine
Compared to those mass-produced artists, these people under Theda's management had been trained for years.They were different from those who debuted just because of their looks. These people were versatile and unique in their own ways.Randy mumbled, "I've tried my best, but every time we fight back, they come up with something new. The advertisers we worked with before saw the momentum behind their publicity. Plus, their new talents were cheaper, so they all switched sides. Our ad revenue has dropped significantly. Even our commercial street has to feature ads for those Buchan artists. It's like quenching a thirst with poison."Erica chimed in, "This is the least we can do. Their artists are riding the tide. It makes sense that advertisers would go for them. We can't just tell people not to run ads for them."Debra nodded. "Advertisers choose who's trending. And those newcomers are popular and affordable. Michael is better but beyond the average advertisers' reach."Erica got an
Soon, the interrogators came out of the room. It seemed they wouldn't get any answers today.Kale had been waiting outside the station.When Drake and Debra walked out, he quickly went up."Boss, the plane tickets are ready.""Good."Before getting into the car, Drake said, "I'll give you an answer within three days. Don't forget our bet."Debra shook her head, surprised that he took that lopsided deal so seriously.Her phone rang with a call from Erica. "Check the news!"Debra, sensing her urgency, opened the news app.The top headline was about Buchan Entertainment. The article showcased a lineup of attractive artists and members of popular bands.Randy's words resurfaced in her mind. When she had just returned to Seamar City, he mentioned that a surge of artists had become wildly popular, rivaling the fame of Michael back in the day.Since Oscar left the entertainment industry to take over the Odom Group, these artists had been gaining even more momentum, almost as if the
"You think I'm scared of being caught?" Drake tried to pull his arm away, but Debra held on tightly.In the end, Drake snapped, "Fine! I won't go."The police were already closing in. Running now would only make things worse. Being dragged back in cuffs wasn't exactly appealing.Debra let go of him and smiled cheerfully, "Thank you for your cooperation."Pedro personally led the operation. Within minutes, the officers subdued the six thugs and loaded them into the vans.Pedro glanced at Debra and pointed at Drake. "About Mr. Lowe..."Debra explained, "Mr. Lowe is a witness. He's cooperating with us to clear his name and assist in solving this case. Isn't that touching, Mr. Hardy?""Thank you, Mr. Lowe. Much appreciated," Pedro said gratefully.But then he scratched his head and added, "Well, since Mr. Lowe is a witness, he'll need to come to the station for a statement. I know it's inconvenient, but I'm sure a generous and upright person like Mr. Lowe won't mind, right?"Befor
"I'll talk. It was Matthew Ledger. Please, spare me, Mr. Lowe," Silas said, terrified.He was just a small-time worker running errands for the bigshots.Drake narrowed his eyes, not expecting Matthew to be so bold."Boss, what should we do with these people?" Kale asked."Bind them all up." Drake glanced at the boat. "Stuff them in there, along with the machines, and send them to the West Factory. We'll go meet Matthew.""Yes, boss." Kale gave orders to cram those men into boxes.Among the group, six men suddenly pulled out their guns. "Don't move!"Debra saw it and opened the car door.Looking nothing special, these people had blended into the crowd and acted only at the critical moment.Debra knew that the shipment of so many machines couldn't go unsupervised. She hadn't noticed anyone hidden earlier, but it turned out they'd been embedded within the group.Clearly, whoever was behind this had infiltrated Drake's company."Stand back!" The six men grouped, scanning their s
Presumably, Silas had smuggled out countless machines and made a fortune over the years.Drake pulled out a bank card and said, "There's not much in here, but it's got 300-500 thousand dollars. I'd appreciate it if you guys could help carry all the machines down. Consider this a tip."Everyone was excited to hear that. It was easy money to make.The leader quickly ordered his men to unload the cargo. Drake handed the card over and glanced at his watch.Then he looked over at the car parked 100 meters away from the dock.Inside, Debra rolled down the window but had no intention of stepping in. She was simply enjoying the show.The men brought down the boxes, emptying the cargo ship.Drake nodded and said, "Thanks, everyone."The leader laughed, "No worries. You've already paid us."Drake smirked, "It's for carrying the evidence down."Before those men could react, Kale and his team sprang from their hiding spots.Realizing it was a trap, the men tried to flee, but Kale's peop