"Just now, when Melody came by, his car was already waiting downstairs." Debra was stunned, not expecting Andrew to show up so soon."Madam?" Ben called out.Snapping out of her thoughts, Debra gave a helpless sigh and got up from her seat. "Alright, I'm heading down."Andrew's luxury car was unmistakably parked near the entrance. Debra opened the car door, assuming it was just the driver inside.To her shock, Andrew was seated there in the back. The air between them immediately thickened with awkwardness."Mr. Andrew Potter, you're here in person?" She laughed drily.From what she knew, Andrew was always swamped with work. 'What on earth made him come here at this hour?'A faint smile played on Andrew's lips. "The doctor suggested I get some fresh air. But judging by your expression, it seems you weren't expecting or wanting me to show up.""Of course not. Your personal visit really flatters me."Andrew's smile deepened. "Get in the car.""Alright," she muttered, biting ba
The car pulled up to the Potter Mansion. The driver helped Andrew out of the vehicle.Debra marveled, "You're able to get up?"As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her faux pas and tried to correct herself. "I mean...""Yes, I can get up," Andrew replied with a hint of dry humor. "It's just that walking is quite laborious."With a smooth transition, he was eased into a wheelchair. He continued, "Having these legs or not doesn't make much of a difference to me, so no need to feel awkward."Andrew's perspective was always a bit unconventional. Seeing that the butler was absent, Debra took the initiative to push his wheelchair.Once they reached the study on the second floor, she took a seat opposite Andrew, her posture reflecting a hint of nervousness.Andrew began, "Since you're entering the industry, you'll need a professional team. Potter Entertainment will provide you with the best resources. You don't need to achieve monumental success; making a profit is enough.
"He won't refuse you," Andrew said affirmatively.Debra fell silent for a moment. Then, she asked cautiously, "Aren't you worried that if Marion found out, he might turn against you?""He wouldn't dare," Andrew responded with an enigmatic smile.Debra nodded, reaching out her hand. "Alright, I'll do it. Here's to a smooth partnership."Andrew glanced at her outstretched hand, smiling slightly before gently clasping her fingers. "There's someone else coming in a bit. Want to meet him?""Who?"Just then, a familiar voice resonated from the doorway, deep and steady."It's me."She turned around, her gaze landing on Jordan.It had been a long time since she last saw him. His skin had tanned into a healthy bronze from time spent outdoors, and his once-red hair had been dyed black, cut short into a close crop.He wore a white shirt and a pair of slacks, accentuating his tall, straight frame. He looked more muscular than before. His eagle's eyes now carried a deeper intensity.A sm
As Debra carefully examined the medals, Jordan couldn't help but ask, "Are you and Marion together now?"Even though he had access to his phone each week while in the military, there were always gaps in the news he received. During Debra's time missing at sea, he had desperately wanted to return, but the military rules kept him from appearing by her side. He had to rely on Andrew for help.Now that he was back, he had learned about Debra and Juan reconciling. But seeing Debra's reaction when Marion was mentioned, he felt a pang of unease."Yes, we are," Debra admitted, patting him on the shoulder. "You're getting older, too. It's about time you found someone you like."Jordan suddenly gripped her hand and asked, "Why Marion?""Some things in this world don't have a reason. They just happen. You like who you like, and when you meet someone special, you'll understand what I mean."Jordan withdrew his hand. "If it were someone else, I might have fought him. But if it's Marion, I hav
As Jordan extended his hand, Andrew stepped forward and gently pressed it down. "Did you forget? Marion never shakes hands with anyone."Jordan glanced down at his hand, realizing that maybe he hadn't yet earned the privilege to shake hands with someone like Marion.Andrew smiled, turning to Marion. "Mr. Houston, would you do me the honor of coming upstairs? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."Marion slipped an arm around Debra's waist. "Debra's coming with me."Debra's cheeks flushed. She shot him a sharp look. "Who said I'm going with you? Whatever you two need to discuss, go ahead. I'm not getting involved."She slapped his hand away from her waist.Andrew smiled and then instructed the butler to wheel him into the elevator.Erica nudged Debra playfully. "Why don't you go with them? Those two always keep their talks so secret. Neither Randy nor I have ever gotten a word out of them. You could spill some juicy gossip to us later."But Debra had no interest in the
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.Just then, the door swung open, and Debra's voice came over."What are you two doing?"Marion immediately lowered his gun and, pretending nothing was amiss, turned to her. "Haven't seen Andrew in a while. We were just having a drink."Andrew's face held a faint smile. "My health doesn't allow for much drinking. He's had a bit, but I haven't."Debra raised an eyebrow. "And you're drinking up here instead of downstairs? Mr. Andrew Potter, Jordan's already drunk. Maybe you should check on him."She hadn't expected Jordan to have such a low tolerance, considering he'd only had three drinks before passing out."He's been off alcohol for a long time while serving in the unit. I'll go check on him," Andrew replied.As the butler came in and wheeled Andrew out, Debra's gaze landed on Marion's waist. "Show me."Marion didn't bother hiding it and handed her the gun. She studied the weapon in her hands."How does it work?""Want to learn?""
Marion was teaching Debra with utmost seriousness. He stood behind her, grasping her hands firmly."Focus on your target," he said, "and keep your hands steady."Debra stared at the bullseye in the distance, trying to steady her breath. Under Marion's guidance, she fired her first shot.The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, startling Randy, who was about to enter with tea."Oh my goodness, you're already shooting."The recoil from the handgun made Debra's hands go numb. Marion massaged her wrists gently."This is normal," he reassured her. "You'll get used to it with practice.""Wow. Bullseye. Who shot that?" Randy looked at Marion. "Did you give Debra some special treatment?""She has excellent physical conditioning," Marion replied. "She doesn't need any special treatment."Debra knew her physical condition was top-notch. Ever since her rebirth, she had been jogging every morning to keep herself fit. Adding to that, her previous training as a trainee had honed he
"Hey! Why are you meddling in a married couple's business?" "But..." "Come on. Let's just leave."Randy yanked Erica away, pulling her towards the exit. Inside the boxing room, Marion's punches were quick, precise, and ruthless. Debra barely dodged, relying on her nimble movements.Marion frowned, seeing her struggle. He didn't hold back this time, reaching straight for her throat. His fingers stopped just a hair's breadth away. One more inch, and Debra would've been dead.Her breathing grew rapid. In that split second, the killing intent radiating off Marion had frozen her in place."Your enemies won't be as merciful as I am. You can't just dodge every time. Sooner or later, you'll run out of strength.""I know. Again."By the end of the day, Marion had pushed Debra to her limits. Exhausted, she collapsed into his arms. Marion muttered, "That's enough for today."Despite her fatigue, Debra felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She knew this was the only way she could
Debra felt dizzy. "Why are you telling me this?""Because you and I are alike," Theda replied. "Despite our differences, I envy your life. I know Robert can't beat Marion. If Robert fails tonight, I beg you to show mercy and spare his life.""He didn't show any mercy when he hit me. Why should I spare him?""We're all businesspeople. Name your price. If it's within my power, I'll do it. Just spare his life.""Fine, remember your promise. I'll spare his life, but I need to hit back.""Deal. Just don't kill him."In the courtyard, Robert opened a can of cat food and fed the stray kittens. They seemed familiar with him, purring and rubbing against his hand.Robert smiled, but his expression changed as he heard a noise outside. The kittens arched their backs, hissing at the disturbance.Robert patted their heads. "Go on. Don't get hurt."But the kittens refused to leave, licking their paws and sitting behind him.Robert didn't chase them away. He waited until Marion and his men a
"She can't take your call right now," Marion replied.Drake shot up from the sofa. "What do you mean by that?""Robert took her.""Robert?"Marion hung up the phone and headed straight to the courtyard where Robert used to live.Kale came into the hotel suite with a cup. "Boss, what would you like for dinner?"Drake muttered with a heavy tone, "Debra is taken by Robert."Kale froze, wondering about Robert's motives.Drake took a deep breath. He had warned Debra before, but she wouldn't listen. Now the situation was grave.He knew Robert all too well. The man was a cold-blooded killing machine, dealing with anyone who posed threats to Theda."Get the car. Search the entire city. Find Robert.""But this is not Orkgate. Our people operate in the shadows here. If Marion's men discover them, all our efforts over the years will be wasted.""I said, find him. No excuses. Get moving."Drake was irritated. He had always known Debra would cause trouble for him, but he hadn't expecte
"Kidnapped? Really?" Erica muttered."It's got to be fake," Randy replied. "This is Seamar City. Who would dare kidnap Debra right under Marion's nose? Unless they have a death wish."Erica nodded thoughtfully. "You're right."But then she realized something was off. "Wait. You left out Robert, that desperado who doesn't care about consequences. Debra went out to meet Theda.""Damn! How could I forget him?" Randy panicked. "What do we do? I'll gather people and head to Buchan Mansion.""We're running out of time," Erica said urgently. "Hurry up and call Marion."She whipped out her phone and started making calls. Randy started rallying people too....Meanwhile, Garland and Liza had just landed and were eagerly entering the Potter Mansion with their luggage in tow."Guys, I am back!" Garland laughed, hands on his hips.Liza tilted her head. "Where is everyone? Why isn't anyone here to welcome us?""Yeah. Why is the living room empty?" Garland wondered.Suddenly, two figures
"I don't care. I'll make them return everything to you," Robert said.Theda was at a loss for words. She stepped forward and propped up the unconscious Debra.She said, "The shares don't matter to me at all. You didn't have to go this far. The situation in Seamar City is treacherous. I overestimated myself. We should take Debra back to them and end everything."She reached for her phone to call Andrew, but Robert grabbed her wrist."What are you doing?" she sulked. "I've decided to stop fighting them. What you're doing is pointless and dangerous.""It's not pointless," Robert said firmly. "I don't want to see you lose. To me, you'll never lose to anyone."Without waiting for her response, he carried her over his shoulder and pocketed her phone."This is all my idea," he said. "Even if I fail, it has nothing to do with you. I've cut the phone lines in the house and locked the front door. Without the password, you can't leave. Just stay here and wait for my good news. I'll get the
"It's simple. The Nichols Group's shareholders aren't clean either. Drake has dirt on them, so they have to do what he says."Theda laughed, understanding the whole thing. That explained why the mention of Drake's name alone had influenced those shareholders' decisions during the last meeting. It was because Drake had their secrets."Alright, I lost fair and square. Actually, I hold no personal grudge against you. That's why I warned you that getting those shares wouldn't be good for you. The person behind this wouldn't let you go.""You know who's behind this, don't you?""Even if I do, we're destined to be enemies. I lost to you, but next time, someone even more formidable will come after you. You won't be so lucky then."Theda poured Debra a cup of tea and continued, "We're alike. We've both been through things others can't understand. You're lucky, with so many people around you, helping you, but the path ahead is harder for you. Not something enviable."Debra didn't get it.
In the afternoon, Debra showed up at the Buchan Mansion.Sitting across from Theda, she sipped on her tea. "The tea has been ready for a while. You knew I would come.""Let's just cut to the chase," Theda said. "It's your setup, isn't it? The termination of the partnership and the sale of Buchan Entertainment at a low price. Now everyone knows that the Buchan family and the Nichols family have severed ties. Since it's my mistake, people will force me to step down."She observed Debra's expression and continued, "You're even sharper than I expected. I mean, who would have thought a pampered lady like you could orchestrate such a complex scheme and predict the outcome so accurately?""You flatter me," Debra replied. "Your solitary nature must have been formed when you were sent to the countryside as a child, and your strained relations with your family were easy to deduce. People act out of self-interest. You cause them financial losses, and they demand paybacks. Now here we are, sit
Theda sneered in response.Everything she had done for the Buchan family had earned them enough money to last generations, but now, they were biting the hand that fed them.Robert stood up, and the sight of him made everyone visibly afraid.Theda noticed his stern expression and grabbed his arm. "Sit down."Robert frowned, unwilling to back down. These people had no right to treat Theda this way."I said, sit down," Theda repeated, stressing her tone.Robert finally withdrew his murderous gaze.Joanne scoffed, "Seriously, Theda, you should find a normal secretary. We don't know where you picked him up, but he's a time bomb. You don't want him to bring trouble to our family.""That's my business. Stay out of it," Theda countered. "As for the lost money, I will figure out a way to make it up. You don't need to worry. Now you can leave. My dogs don't like outsiders here."Joanne was annoyed, but since Theda promised to pay back the money, she relented a bit."If you're going to
Theda frowned at the news. "What's the panic? I'm busy here. Tell them I won't see them."But then, a voice came from the doorway."We came all the way from Wrastow City to see you. It's a bit disrespectful to dismiss us like this, don't you think?"The voice carried a tone of arrogance and provocation. Theda turned to see a well-dressed woman in her thirties, adorned with jewelry.Her expression remained calm as she said, "Oh, it's you, Joanne. But you're not even part of the Buchan family. What brings you here?""It's not her who wants to see you. It's us," said the major shareholder of the Buchan Group, emerging from behind Joanne Tarrant.Following him were other core family members, all wearing expressions of anger."You said you wanted to expand into Seamar City and have used a massive amount of our resources. But now, not only have you failed, you've lost the Nichols Group as a partner. How can we not be upset?""Exactly. We came all this way to demand an explanation."
Debra took the medicine and band-aids, but the atmosphere in the living room suddenly felt awkward."I'm going upstairs.""Can you put it on by yourself?""Yes.""Let me see you do it."Debra cleared her throat, determined to prove she could do it. She sat down on the sofa, opened the medicine, and sprinkled it on her wound. But since her right hand was injured, using her left hand was tricky, and some of the powder spilled.With the medicine on her wound, she couldn't move her right hand at all. The band-aid lay untouched on the table. Opening a band-aid one-handed was harder than she thought."I rushed it," Debra said, trying to save face. "If I had opened the band-aid first..."Before she could finish, Andrew had already opened the band-aid and carefully applied it to her finger. His movements were gentle and precise."Do you know where Marion went?""Probably went to find someone who knows the identity of the mastermind.""Robert?" Debra was surprised.She wondered if h