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
Juan's response was indifferent. "As per the contract, the divorce papers will be delivered to you on the agreed date."Debra fell silent, and he added, "Did you come all the way here just to discuss this?"Detecting the coldness in his tone, Debra shook her head."I came to ask if you'd join me on a show.""What kind?""'Hello, Ex'."Juan picked up the coffee cup on the table, taking his time. "I've heard of it. The show's pitch was quite well done.""So, will you go?""Are you going?""I am.""Alright."Debra was relieved.But then, Juan asked abruptly, "What's your relationship with Andrew?"Debra quickly deflected, "Nothing special. He's a business partner of the McKinney Group, so we have some dealings."Juan seemed to accept it, as he'd never believed Debra to be the mysterious figure, Tracy. After the last time Michael replaced her at a banquet, Juan preferred to believe that Michael was Tracy. "Andrew is dangerous. It's best if you don't get too close. You don'
Randy wanted to go on strike.He, the esteemed CEO of the Osborne Group, was now reduced to being a keyboard warrior. This was a blatant insult to his dignity.Erica placed the dishes on the table and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. People like us can't just hire any keyboard warrior. We have to be careful about leaks. Besides, you're good with computers."By now, everyone had moved into Marion's new house, a six-hundred-square-meter villa in the city center. Marion didn't like overly large houses, but for the sake of spaciousness and necessary facilities, six hundred square meters was just right."Wash your hands after typing and come eat," Erica said as she set the table.Debra put down her phone, glanced at the dishes on the table, and then looked at Erica, who was wearing an apron. "Did you make all of this?""Her cooking? Don't even think about it. It's all takeout," Randy said, walking away from his computer. "Her job is to transfer the takeout onto plates and ar
From inside the study, the sound of things crashing and breaking echoed loudly. Outside the door, the butler and maids exchanged uneasy glances, turning away in discomfort. Half an hour passed before the door was kicked open with force.As soon as Marion stepped out, the butler hurried over, handing him a clean, warm towel. "Sir, you know how Mr. Houston Sr.'s temper can be. Don't let it get to you."Marion wiped his hands casually before tossing the towel back to the butler, his eyes cold as they swept over him. "Make sure I don't catch him plotting anything involving Debra. Otherwise...""Rest assured. Mr. Houston Sr.'s been retired for years now. He wouldn't dare do anything to her."Marion turned and walked away.The butler wiped the cold sweat from his brow, taking a deep breath before pushing open the study door. Inside, Caleb was seated in his chair, breathing heavily. The butler handed him the towel that had been used earlier, trying to be delicate with his words."Mr. Ho
Caleb was one of the most respected and feared figures despite having retired. Stories about him still circulated widely. He wasn't someone who invited people over for casual meals."Maybe," Debra mused, "he just wants to see what kind of woman his grandson plans to marry."Resting her chin in her hand, Debra realized she might have to start thinking seriously about meeting Marion's family.The next morning, Debra chose a fresh, elegant outfit. It was formal yet youthful. Her ensemble had a subtle designer flair, the kind the older generation typically appreciated.The Houston family's old house took up an entire villa district, with the latest in security systems and high-tech surveillance. Just the electric fence around the entrance made it feel like a military compound."Sorry, this area is restricted," the security guard at the gate said as he stopped her car.Unbothered, Debra stepped out of the vehicle, and the guard escorted her toward the villa complex on foot. The scener
Caleb had been thinking about making things a little more difficult for Debra, but seeing her disheveled appearance, he cleared his throat and said, "There's nothing more I want to ask."Before Debra could respond, he added, "Can you pick vegetables?""I can."Caleb lit up instantly. "Then come with me."He led Debra through the back door, down to the first-floor kitchen. It was huge, built for preparing meals for dozens of people."Come on in." Caleb waved her over excitedly. "I saw how hardworking you were earlier, pulling those weeds, so I'm going to let you in on a secret. Mr. Houston Sr. loves homemade food. I know you're his future daughter-in-law. Do you know how to cook?""I do," Debra replied.Caleb beamed even brighter. "That's great. You have no idea how long it's been since Mr. Houston Sr. has had a home-cooked meal. Sure, the chef's food is tasty, but there's nothing like a meal made by family."As he chattered on, he asked, "So, what do you like to eat, child?""
Josh had booked the most expensive presidential suite.When Debra walked in with him, Josh went over to the table and asked, "Want a drink? I noticed you haven't really had much to drink tonight.""No thanks." Debra sat down on the couch and took off her other earring, placing it on the table. "I'll buy you for the night. You don't have to do anything. Just stay in this room and don't go out."Josh was puzzled. "What do you mean?""I mean, you can go to sleep now," Debra replied. "I don't like sleeping on the couch, so you'll be sleeping there tonight."Josh gaped. "You're spending all this money just for me to sleep on the couch?"He couldn't believe his ears. The rich ladies usually lined up to date him. Yet Debra wanted nothing from him."Not really," she replied, walking over to him. "Take off your shirt."Josh paused and complied.His figure was seductive. Debra smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw.Josh thought she was just playing hard to get, so he leaned in towa
It wasn't surprising that Debra took a liking to Josh.Josh followed her out of the club, his steps a little hesitant.Debra raised a hand, and for some reason, that simple gesture made Josh feel like a nervous rookie on his first day of work."What's wrong? Don't know how to offer your arm to a lady?" she said.Her voice had a teasing lilt to it, but she wasn't mad.Josh quickly held out his arm, and Debra smiled with satisfaction."Where do you wanna go?" he asked eagerly, unable to resist Debra.Her entire presence was magnetic. Different from the other female customers, she had a glow that made people stop and stare."Let's go to a hotel," she replied.Josh swallowed hard. For a split second, he even thought about paying for the room."I have a car. I'll drive you," he blurted."Let's just walk." Debra gestured ahead. "There is a five-star hotel straight down this road.""You wanna walk in those heels? Won't your feet hurt?" Josh asked with concern.He had always been
When they heard that one earring cost 100 thousand dollars, the six escorts began to grab the wine.Debra leaned back on the couch and scanned the room, enjoying herself.Sure enough, happiness could be bought with money. Being rich was indeed wonderful.Soon, her attention was drawn to a guy sitting in the corner.He was wearing a simple white hoodie, pale-skinned, and his features looked a bit youthful compared to the others.But his eyes were deep and captivating. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and he looked a bit tense.When he looked up and met Debra's eyes, he panicked and quickly lowered his head.Debra raised an eyebrow and beckoned to him. The young man hesitated, not fitting in with the atmosphere."What's your name?""Miss, my name is Troy Phelps.""Troy..."Debra repeated his name, clearly liking it, and her gaze shifted to the others at the table.They paused, sensing her interest in Troy.The one who had interacted with Debra earlier was not happy.
Any woman would be amazed to see these handsome guys.Debra stepped into the middle of the group. Michael stood off to the side, one hand in his pocket and the other making a phone gesture by his ear.She knew he was signaling for her to have fun and call him afterward.The club was loud and chaotic.One man, dressed in an open-collar black suit, approached her. His deep, captivating eyes sparkled with an intriguing desire. He raised his drink and gestured toward her with an inviting hand.Debra glanced at his drink and smiled. His wine was not up to standard.She made the usual nightclub gesture, ordering ten drinks and another most expensive bottle on the menu.Her move caught the attention of those around her. Before long, she became the center of attention.A group of exotic beauties wearing bikinis and holding lighted signs danced around the club. Then they brought the wine to Debra's booth.She grinned and raised her hand again.The waitresses were all stunned.Debra r
Michael was driving a convertible, and Debra sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery outside.Even this late at night, the city was alive with bright lights, bustling streets, and neon flashing everywhere.The wind brushed against her face as Michael picked up speed.She closed her eyes, letting the rush of the ride wash over her. Compared to everything she had been through, this was nothing.After a while, she opened her eyes. "You've circled this area for half an hour. Think it's about time we head back?"Michael slowed down. "Feeling better?"Debra nodded. "A little. Probably not as fun as bungee jumping, though."She used to be terrified of heights. But after everything she had faced over the past two years, extreme sports seemed almost childish compared to real life-or-death situations.Michael chuckled, "I'll take you somewhere fun.""Sure," Debra nodded, "if it helps me unwind.""Buckle up." Michael stepped on the gas, and they sped through the city.Soon, the
Michael held an umbrella, shielding Debra from the wind and snow.Once they got in the car, Debra leaned against the window, not saying a word.Inside the house, Marion sat on the couch, silent.Randy and Erica had been trying to reach him nonstop, but he ignored every call.As evening approached, Erica booted open the door and stormed into the house."You jerk!" She swung a punch at his face. "Why weren't you answering our calls? What's going on? Randy and I came all the way from Seamar City. Don't tell us you don't know.""Erica, calm down," Randy tried to soothe her."Calm down?" Erica glared at him. "You knew about his condition, didn't you?""I thought he was fine," Randy muttered weakly.Erica turned back to Marion. "Although I'm not part of the Houston family, I am still your cousin. Why didn't you tell everyone? You could keep it from me, but why hide it from Debra? Weren't you aware of the consequences? Now that it's exposed, not only will the company have problems, b
Debra hesitated for a moment before answering the call.There was a moment of silence before Michael started, "Are you okay?""I'm fine," she replied, her voice hoarse.She had been lying in bed doing nothing all day."I'm outside," he said.Debra froze for a second before slowly getting out of bed and walking over to the window.She lifted a corner of the curtain and saw Michael standing outside.He was wearing a white shirt, neat and clean. Probably to avoid being recognized, he had put on a mask."If you don't want to stay here, I'll take you away," he added."Okay," Debra agreed without hesitation.She hung up the phone, but her eyes dimmed.Outside, Marion saw a glimmer of hope when he heard the door opening."Debra, please listen to me...""Mr. Houston, please don't block the way."Marion's smile froze on his face. Debra had never been so different to him like that."What did you call me?""Mr. Houston. I told you before. I trust you, but if you ever deceive me, I
"Do you want a brother or a sister?" Marian Eaton asked.Fermin placed his hand on her belly and thought for a moment. "A sister."Marian laughed, "Smart boy, knowing it's a girl before she's even born."Bert walked over, concerned about her health.Marian asked, "What should we name your sister?""Liza." Fermin crouched down, pressing his ear to Marian's belly.He closed his eyes and whispered, "She's my long-awaited little sister."His thoughts drifted back to the present.Fermin remembered the warmth of that dream, but he also knew how cruel reality was.He hadn't been lost in that dream because there were more important things to take care of.He smiled at the sleeping Liza, carefully removed the face mask, and tossed it into the trash.Before leaving, he left the lamp on. Liza couldn't sleep well in complete darkness.Outside the room, his smile faded, replaced by his usual coldness.The maid stood nervously by the door."Keep an eye on Liza. Don't let her run off."
Fermin ruffled her hair and spoke softly. "You've grown up."Liza tilted her head and looked at him. "Stop fighting with Dad. Can't we just be together as a family, like we used to?""Of course." Fermin nodded. "Once I've handled these things, we'll all be back together and live happily as a family."Liza lowered her eyes. "Debra is a friend I treasure, and you're my brother. You're both smarter than me. If you two could work together, there's nothing you can't handle. We're already so rich; there's no need to get involved with the..."Fermin reached out and covered her mouth. "I think I've told you before. You're not allowed to say that word."Liza blinked, silently agreeing not to speak any further.Fermin withdrew his hand. "I have my path to follow, and you have yours. Everyone has a role in this world and a choice to make. I just want you to live happily. No matter how spoiled or bratty you get, no one will dare say anything. Even if you make the worst mistake, I'll make it