"I've reserved a private room at Maple Hotel. Come on and get in the car," Marion said."Thank you!" Debra said.In the afternoon, Juan was headed to a banquet with Joe. As they passed by Arcane Academy, he glanced at the students bustling on campus, and Debra's image involuntarily came to his mind."Pull over," he said.He surprised himself by giving that command.Joe promptly pulled over and asked, "Sir, do you want to pick up Miss Miles?"Juan remained silent.Joe asked again, "Should I call Mrs. Nichols?"Juan lifted his head, his eyes cold in the rearview mirror. Joe immediately shut his mouth.At the school gate, Wendy spotted Juan's car and nudged Shelia. "Shelia, isn't that your boyfriend's car? Is he here to pick you up?"From afar, Shelia recognized the license plate and blushed at Wendy's words.Carrie teased, "Guess you can't dine with us today. Next time, you're treating.""Okay, I'll catch you guys later," Shelia chirped, hurrying towards Juan's car.It had b
"Check out the menu and see if there's anything you like," Marion said, handing the menu to her.Debra casually browsed through it. "Let's have everything Randy mentioned."Marion chuckled, and Randy exclaimed, "See? Marion never picks wrong! Those are all your favorites!"Debra looked at Marion, who didn't seem inclined to explain."Sorry sir, the crab just ran out. We can offer you a substitute of equal value. How about..." The waiter trod carefully, not wanting to upset Marion.Randy frowned. "What's going on? I made a reservation in advance. How can it be unavailable?" He prided himself on managing such matters impeccably, and this was like a slap in the face."We're really sorry, but the crab was already reserved by another guest. The clerk made a mistake, and we could compensate you with two other dishes. Please accept our apologies, sir.""Is this a matter of compensation? Who reserved it? I'll go speak to them!" Randy said.Debra stopped him, saying, "It's okay. The c
Dave was puzzled.That was great news for the real estate industry, and everyone in the business had learned about it.Juan furrowed his brow as he realized he hadn't contacted Debra since this morning."Mr. Clark, let's drink."Shelia knew Juan was thinking about Debra. She poured him a drink despite her uneasy feelings.Juan stood up abruptly and left the private room without a word."Mr. Nichols?"The room fell into confusion, and Shelia fretted.She found it hard to believe the land had ended up in the green zone.In the bathroom, Debra finished washing her hands and noticed her phone vibrating on the sink. Seeing it was Juan calling, she answered, "What's up?""Where are you?" His tone wasn't friendly.Confused why he was upset again, she replied, "Having a meal with friends. Can it wait until tonight?"Shelia's timid voice came from the other end. "Juan, come back. Everyone's waiting for you."Debra hung up without another word.She found it absurd that he asked abo
Shelia returned to the room, her pale face catching attention.She struggled to compose herself as she sat down. Juan noticed her pallor and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"In a hushed voice, Shelia replied, "Mr. Nichols, I-I think I just saw Debra.""Debra?"Shelia nodded, hesitating as she continued, "Not only did I see Debra, but I also saw the two men from the auction the other day. One of them seemed very close to her."One name instantly came to his mind: Marion.His eyes glinting with coldness, Juan stood up and strode towards the door.Shelia followed him, leaving everyone else bewildered."It's right ahead," she pointed, leading the way.Juan pushed open the door to the private room and saw Marion and Randy inside. They were toasting each other.Randy looked puzzled. "Juan?"Disappointment washed over Shelia as Debra's absence registered. But soon, she noticed the third set of utensils on the table. "Mr. Nichols, the utensils are still here."Juan also spotted the
Caleb doted excessively on Erica."I'm sorry, Miss Mathis. I didn't mean to. I...""Enough!"Erica frowned, turning her attention to Juan. "It's you, Juan. You better keep your mistress in check. How dare a poor student who latched onto a wealthy man be so insolent in front of me?"Being labeled a mistress, Shelia couldn't hold back her anger. But before she could retort, Juan intervened with a grim expression.Shelia was frightened by his demeanor, not daring to utter another word."It's a misunderstanding. Let me cover the expenses of your meal. Please don't take offense.""No need! The Mathis family is rich enough."Erica bluntly rejected his offer. "I'll remember this. Show them out!"Several bodyguards then escorted Juan and Shelia out of the room.Juan could easily handle these people if he chose to fight. He didn't because he was in the wrong.Once outside, Juan looked sullen."Juan, I really didn't..." Shelia started."Alright, let's not talk about it again," Juan
Debra heard the door creak open, and a streak of dim light shone through."Debra?" Juan's voice was low.Debra pretended not to hear.Juan raised his voice a bit. "Debra?"Debra frowned but kept her eyes closed. "Why are you disturbing my sleep in the middle of the night?""Get up!" Juan's tone carried suppressed anger.Frustrated, she got up and looked at Juan, who was standing at the door. "What's your problem?"Juan rushed forward and pinned her down on the bed, catching her off guard.The dim light from the doorway cast a subtle glow over him.Her breath caught in her throat, but she quickly regained her composure. "What are you trying to do?""Where were you tonight?""Having dinner with my friends.""Who?"Debra frowned. "I don't owe you an explanation. Remember, we're just using each other for benefits.""Oh really?" Juan sneered.Debra sensed trouble as Juan began to tear at her nightgown. "Legally, you're my wife. Don't you think you should fulfill your duties?"
In her previous life, after marrying Juan, Debra believed Melody's advice that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. So, despite being a lady who never touched household chores, she started cooking various dishes.But Juan never tried her cooking.It was because Juan loved Shelia more.When breakfast was ready, Juan noticed there was nothing for him. Frowning, he asked, "Where's mine?""Cook for yourself," Debra replied indifferently.Juan was annoyed. "Debra Frazier!"Debra ignored him and nibbled on her bread.Since she no longer cared for Juan, she saw no reason to exert herself to please him."I'm done," she said after finishing her meal.She took the dishes to the kitchen and prepared to leave with her bag.Juan asked, "Where are you going?""I have class this morning.""Take the day off.""Are you sick?" Debra finally lost her temper.Since this morning, Juan had been unusually hostile.He gave their housekeeper a day off, then demanded breakfast, and n
Debra reluctantly let Juan take the lead. "Fine, let's go shopping."Since it wasn't her money, she could browse as she pleased.She failed to notice the faint smile tugging at Juan's lips.At the mall, Debra surveyed the layout. She was planning to construct a large commercial street, so doing some research was necessary.Suddenly, she felt her hand being tugged and warily pulled away. Juan had returned from getting bubble tea."What are you doing?" She freaked out."Holding hands, for a photo," he replied, glancing towards a paparazzi-like figure with a camera not far away.Debra agreed, despite finding it troublesome.Juan pulled out his phone and opened the camera."What now?""Selfie."Debra stiffened in front of the lens. Juan frowned, sulking, "Can't you smile?"Debra wanted to smile, but seeing Juan in the camera, she couldn't manage more than a strained grin.Juan turned off the camera with annoyance, and Debra turned to buy more clothes.She wasn't paying the bi
Garland's curiosity was piqued. "So, does that mean only Andrew knows about the treasure?"Freddy shook his head. "This generation is an exception. The kidnapping incident that took Andrew's parents' lives also buried the secret. As for whether Andrew knows... You'd have to ask him. But I doubt it. The incident was too sudden. His father likely didn't have time to pass on the secret.""Mrs. Houston," Josh interjected, "is the Potter family's heirloom gemstone in your possession?"Debra thought of the gemstone Jordan had given her. "It is. If you want it back..."Josh waved his hand with a gentle smile. "No. Since it's been given to you, it's yours. Just take good care of it. Don't lose it."Debra nodded solemnly. "I'll keep it safe, Mr. Palmer."Freddy spoke again. "Our visit is no longer a secret. We've spread the word that we reclaimed the seal. Next time you use it, it must be for something really important. Don't show it to anyone.""I understand," Debra replied.The last t
Iwan collapsed to the ground.Debra glanced at him and turned to the two elders in the center. "Gentlemen, there's no need to test me anymore, is there?"Erica and Garland were both stunned. They couldn't believe the stunt was just a test.Freddy studied Debra's expression, and for a moment, he saw the same unshakable confidence he had once admired in Triston."You think we're joking with you?" he sneered.With his words, Erica and Garland tensed up once again.Debra, on the other hand, remained unfazed. "If you guys wanted the seal, there'd be no need to come here and talk to me. You could've just sent someone to take it. After all these years of ignoring the Potter family's affairs, you've traveled all this way just to put on a show. You must have been informed that the seal is in my hands and wanted to know if I'd give it away easily, right?"She couldn't think of anyone other than Jordan who might have tipped them off.To save Liza, she had shown up with people from the Pot
Then there was a prodigy hacker, who, at just 13, had crashed machines and made groundbreaking contributions to science. His hacking skills had spawned countless legends 30 years ago.The last one was an ultra-intelligent physicist, who had been received by presidents of various nations. By the age of 30, he had begun developing nuclear weapons, earning countless domestic and international accolades. Each of these individuals commanded an aura of immense power.From the second floor, Erica and Garland spotted Debra appearing at the entrance. They hurried down, but even Erica, who was usually fearless, slowed her steps, careful not to make any noise that might disturb the formidable figures below.She reached Debra's side and whispered, "How did you get back so quickly? Marion and the others aren't back yet."Garland raised his hand. "I told her to hurry back."Erica was speechless.These people were no ordinary opponents. Debra might not be able to handle them on her own. They
Marion wiped the muzzle of his gun and instructed his men, "Clean this up.""Yes, sir." The guards stepped forward and swiftly disposed of Corey's body.His supporters were scared out of their wits.Marion sat back in his chair and glanced at them. "You have two options. Sell your shares or end up like Corey."The shareholders exchanged nervous glances and shook like leaves."We're willing to give up our shares.""Yes, please take them."Though the air conditioner was set to a cool 68°F, the shareholders were drenched in cold sweat.Marion glanced at the lawyer, who stepped forward and handed out the share transfer agreements. The shareholders had no choice but to sign them.Marion holstered his gun and said, "That's all for today. The meeting is dismissed."The guards quickly escorted those shareholders out of the room.Randy glanced at the bloodstains on the floor. "Wow, that was brutal."Marion shot him a look, and he quickly added, "But it's much better than before."M
"You're not part of the Houston family. Stay out of our business," one of the shareholders snapped."Exactly," another chimed in. "Your ancestors were just deputies. You have no right to speak here."Randy's face darkened. "Say that again?"Marion raised a hand. "So, you want me to step down?""We want an election," Corey said. "The Houston family has had its time at the helm. As shareholders, we're obliged to choose the most suitable candidate. It doesn't have to be you, Marion.""Let's vote, then." Marion shrugged.Randy was shocked. "Are you serious? These people are just trying to force you out. You can't...""If it's an election, let's have it," Marion said, tapping the table.A group of shareholders then filed into the room. They were all old associates of the Houston family, loyalists who had stood by Caleb for years. They lined up behind Marion as a show of support.Corey scoffed, "There are ten of us, and we control 55% of the shares. What's the point of calling in th
Debra wished she was wrong.She looked down at the file in her hands. Pure Color hadn't even launched yet. It didn't make sense he was interested in it unless he was also reborn.She closed the file and made a call.A calm, professional voice answered, "Hello, Nichols Group."Debra stayed silent for a moment, and the receptionist spoke again."Hello?""Does Mr. Nichols have any appointments today?""His schedule is fully booked for the next few days. You can leave your name and number, and we'll contact you within eight hours.""Never mind."Debra hung up the phone, remembering something told to her by Theda. If Theda and she could be reborn, there could be more cases.If Juan had also been reborn, the future would hold even more uncertainties.The office landline suddenly rang, breaking her train of thought.Debra picked it up, and Garland's urgent voice came through. "Debra, get back here. Something's happened.""What's going on?" Debra tensed up.Garland replied, "A lo
The next day, at the McKinney Group headquarters, Ben handed a file to Debra."Since Juan took over, the Nichols Group has been recovering. Here are a few brands and shops he's recently acquired," he reported.Debra opened it, scanning the contents. Most of the pages detailed partnerships with big-name brands, but a few unfamiliar names caught her attention."They have partnered with several major brands and acquired a few smaller ones," Ben explained. "The brands we originally intended to sign with are now choosing the Nichols Group because of Juan's takeover. Given their recent moves, it's clear they're expanding their business scale and trying to take our market share. If this continues, our market share could drop from 70% to 40% or even less."When Debra didn't respond, he continued, "Madam, we need to come up with a plan to safeguard our profits.""These brands look familiar.""That's normal since they're some of the most well-known brands on the market.""I'm not talking
Garland returned to his room and quickly locked the door, ensuring no one was around. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number."Hello? Verna? Get my dad on the phone. What's going on? You heard me. Fermin is alive. Get my dad on the line now."Verna stared at the receiver, baffled."Who's calling?" Bert asked, slowly coming down the stairs.Verna snapped back and replied, "Sir, it's Mr. Garland Eaton. He's saying something about Mr. Fermin Eaton coming back to life."Bert frowned and came over to pick up the phone.Garland's voice came again. "Verna? Are you listening?"Bert took a deep breath. "What nonsense are you spouting now?""Dad," Garland exclaimed. "You won't believe this, but your beloved Fermin is still alive."Bert's expression darkened. "Nonsense. You know he died in that car accident. How could he still be alive?""But he is," Garland insisted. "The new president of the Lowe Group caught Liza yesterday. Debra asked me to impersonate Fermin to help with negot
For the most part, Debra was unbothered by the playful banter among the group.But the situation in Seamar City was far from simple. She was beginning to struggle with distinguishing friend from foe.Garland faltered, "To be honest, someone sent me here. I can't tell you who it was, but I promise I have no intention of betraying anyone here. As for Fermin showing up... I genuinely have no idea."Debra fell silent, unsure of what to do, but she couldn't bring herself to just believe him like that. Andrew had taught her to question everything, even if it pained her to doubt those closest to her."Alright," she said finally. "Words are just words. Let's check the surveillance footage. Then we'll know if you really passed out in the courtyard last night."Before he could react, he called the surveillance room. When the call didn't go through, she dialed Barton instead."Mrs. Houston, what's up?""I want to check the surveillance footage of the garden.""I'm sorry, Mrs. Houston. The