Even though Debra didn't like Edgar, she took his advice to heart.It was clear that Edgar had been entangled with the Lowe family for years, but he had managed to keep it under wraps so well that even Andrew hadn't uncovered the connection.Debra meticulously noted every business tycoon attending that banquet. Some were familiar faces, others were on the rich list, but everyone present was either wealthy or influential. The Lowe family had ties with so many powerful people, which explained why they had remained untouchable for so long.As Debra was deeply focused on memorizing each attendee, she suddenly bumped into someone's chest. Startled, she stepped back and looked up to see who it was. Despite the mask, she recognized Jordan instantly.Debra froze, and so did Jordan for a moment. Quickly regaining his composure, Jordan pretended not to know her and murmured, "I'm sorry."He then walked past her without another glance. Debra watched his retreating figure. He was dressed in a
Those who worked for Drake knew his temper. Outsiders might be oblivious, but his employees were all too familiar with it. If things didn't go as planned, they could kiss their jobs goodbye."What now? We have to figure something out," Peter said.As long as the banquet wasn't over, there was still hope."I can't drink anymore."A woman's crying caught Debra's attention. She looked toward the source of the sound and saw Ashley surrounded by two middle-aged men. Their hands were anything but respectful.Ashley had already been forced to drink several glasses of wine, and one of the men had deliberately spilled more on her chest.Her pink dress was already soaked through, making her discomfort painfully obvious. Even worse, her mask had been maliciously removed.Ashley was crying hysterically. She'd thought this was a golden opportunity for actresses like her to rise, but now she realized it was nothing more than a playground for rich businessmen.Catching sight of Debra, Ashley
Ashley bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper. "I got it through a director."Debra raised an eyebrow. "You're still a trainee at Potter Entertainment, and you went behind their back to meet a director? You're breaking your contract.""I didn't have a choice. I just want to make it. I want to debut so badly. The director told me this banquet was my chance. He even gave me his card and said he'd recommended me. But I swear, I didn't know this was what it was about."Ashley had never seen anything like this before. She had no idea that this so-called "opportunity" was nothing more than a hunting ground for businessmen to indulge their desires."Which director?""It's the one from the program we were working on. He said he saw potential in me and gave me his contact info. I was desperate.""And you fell for that? Let me guess. He told you to come here with a business card, but he didn't bother to show up himself, did he? Think about it. If this event is such a big deal, wouldn't he
Drake rushed over and ripped off the woman's mask, revealing a face he didn't recognize. The voice was different, and the features didn't match.Ashley, her face flushed, lunged forward to grab Drake's collar. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he let out a growl, "Get out!"Peter, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room. He saw Ashley sprawled on the bed. Her consciousness was hazy."Sir...""Open your damn eyes and look carefully. What have you brought me?"Peter was bewildered. He had never seen Debra's face and had no idea if the woman before him was the right one."I oversaw this. There's no way I could be wrong."Peter scrutinized Ashley's features more closely. He suddenly recognized her as the woman who had been drinking with Debra. His expression turned grim."That woman tricked us."He had approached Ashley, asking her to deliver a drink to Debra in exchange for a generous reward. He hadn't expected Ashley to be so easily manipulated, ending up in Drake's bed ins
Even now, the image of those two men trapping that woman between them still haunted Debra's mind.Marion immediately barked, "Head to the hospital.""Got it." Randy understood the urgency.In places like that, it was all too easy to pick up diseases.Debra shook her head. "No need for trouble. Let's just go home. I didn't use their restroom, and I didn't eat anything there."Erica advised her, "Better safe than sorry. Marion's just worried about you."Randy, hands gripping the wheel, cursed under his breath, "Those bastards!"He knew their business dabbled in dirty stuff like drugs and gambling, but to think they'd run some sick membership system for this filth, selling women out in the open like that at a party, it was almost sickening.That explained why they didn't allow male guests to bring their wives. Even female guests from outside the entertainment circle need to be pre-approved. Only those with enough status could attend.Once at the hospital, Debra got a thorough che
Marion rubbed his temples, exhaustion pressing down on him.In the main hall, Debra was seated, photos and profiles of various people spreading out in front of her. She was trying to remember the faces she'd seen that night.Although many of the guests had been masked, they weren't strangers. Most of them were well-known figures in Seamar City, and Debra had made a point to study the local business elite before the event. As she looked over the images, she filtered through her memories, recognizing more than a few."Yes.""Yes.""No."...She methodically picked out each person. Erica, standing nearby, couldn't help but marvel, "Your memory is insane, Debra. I can't believe you remember all these people."Andrew, watching from his wheelchair, commented with a casual air, "Well, she got her master's degree at seventeen."The Frazier family's academic pedigree ran deep, and it showed in the next generation.Debra managed to identify 53 people before she started to grow weary. H
The room fell silent.Debra picked up the car keys on the table and said, "I have my plans. Whether Mr. Andrew Potter is sincere or has ulterior motives, as long as it helps me reach my goal, I'll do it. From now on, I'll handle things on my own. You two stay out of it."She glanced at Marion and left without saying anything harsh.Marion immediately followed her. Randy and Erica exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the tension in the air.Randy rubbed the back of his neck, murmuring, "Uh, we should probably head out too. Mr. Andrew Potter, we'll catch up later."He quickly grabbed Erica's hand and whispered, "Come on, let's go."Andrew didn't try to stop them. Once everyone was gone, a violent cough shook his body. The butler was worried."Sir, you've been stressing all night. You should get some rest."Andrew's face was pale. He'd been suppressing his discomfort. "Not yet. Someone still hasn't shown up."The butler was taken aback, but before he could ask further, Jordan, who h
Last night, Debra caught Ashley trying to drug her drink. She confronted Ashley, laying out all the risks and consequences, but Ashley, blinded by her desire to get close to Drake, drank the spiked wine anyway.After they changed clothes in the restroom, Ashley was immediately whisked away by Peter's people.Debra had assumed Ashley got what she wanted, but now she was dead.A chill ran down Debra's spine. If she had been the one taken to Drake's room last night, she might have met the same fate."Madam?" Ben pushed the door open and, noticing her pale expression, asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?""No, it's nothing," Debra replied, rubbing her temples and closing the news tab."Mr. Houston has been waiting downstairs for a while now. Should I let him up?""Are you his employee or mine? Why are you speaking up for him?""It's just that he's been down there for a while, and a lot of our employees have noticed.""So? It's not the first time he's come by.""He brought a car
Back at the Potter Mansion, Debra stared at the equity document. Her father's handwriting and the Frazier Group's stamp stood out.She dug into a drawer, pulling out her seal which hadn't been used for two years. She pressed it onto blank paper, comparing it to the one on the document. She expected differences, but they were the same.That stamp was real. Her father had signed off on this.She didn't get it. In her memory, they and the Potters barely crossed paths.A knock came at the door, interrupting her thoughts. She stashed the seal fast. "Come in."Marion stepped inside, and she smiled, "You're polite to knock. Thought it was Erica.""Didn't wanna barge in and spook you," Marion replied, nodding at the equity document. "Still thinking about that?""I tried to figure out why Andrew has our shares," Debra said. "I've been at it all afternoon and still don't get it.""Andrew's a big-picture guy. Maybe it was just a deal between your families. Let it go," Marion said, rufflin
"Mrs. Houston." Jordan's voice snapped her back.He continued, "Pass this equity document around. Let everyone see it. With Andrew's vote, Mrs. Houston stays."The shareholders inspected it. Once they confirmed the stamp and legal weight, the outcome was obvious."What now?" Jordan eyed Jason, who remained composed on the surface but felt bitter inside."You pushed for a fair vote," Jordan said. "Aren't you satisfied with the outcome? You won't threaten them to change their votes, will you? Well, I brought some people too. They can spar a little if you like."The room crackled with tension. Those shareholders, sensing trouble, started slipping out.The outcome was clear, with Debra winning."Well then, we're out," Jason said."Hold up," Debra stood, stepping toward him. "Tell Michael he can keep the shares he bought. But the 30% I gave my friend? He doesn't deserve it. I want it back in three days. If he doesn't deliver, I'll take it my way.""I'll pass it on," Jason replied,
"I vote for Mr. Austin." Kraig kept his head down.Debra fell silent. She'd braced for the worst, but never thought a veteran on her team would betray her."Well, that settles it," Jason smiled. "Mrs. Houston, the top spot isn't yours anymore. The shareholders have spoken..."Jordan's voice cut through the room. "Who said that's the final vote?"His appearance surprised everyone, including Debra."Didn't you double-check the McKinney Group's shares?" he added.Seven shareholders were present: four from the Frazier Group, and three from the corporate side. The results of the vote were clear enough.Jason didn't flinch. "I don't think you hold any shares. You've got no say here.""I don't," Jordan replied. "But someone does."He pulled out an equity document. "This is Andrew's 1% stake in the McKinney Group. He authorized me to vote for Mrs. Houston."Jason's brow furrowed. The other shareholders swapped confused looks. They had never heard Andrew had any shares.Debra stared
The people saying these things were all entrepreneurs who'd bought shares in the Frazier Group. Debra had long known what they were. They were sexists who'd never let a woman hold real power."You guys don't seem to hold that many shares yourselves, do you?" Debra leaned back in her chair. "Anyone else want me to step down? Or got a problem with me? Just spit it out."The room went quiet. If this election could've been neutral, they'd have rather sat it out. But that wasn't an option."If no one's got anything to say, let's vote," Debra said lazily. "Let's see how many of you want me gone.""Think carefully before you open your mouth. It'll save us trouble," Marion chimed in.The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the room. The air tensed instantly.Marion wasn't big on brain games. He preferred action. If these people hadn't contributed to the company, he'd have brought in his people instead of listening to their nonsense."Are you threatening us?" Jason said. "This ele
Debra's eyes narrowed at this guy she'd never heard of.Michael had kept it under wraps, proving he had never fully trusted her."Mrs. Houston," Jason said, "I'm here for Mr. Austin to negotiate. He called this shareholder vote in the name of the biggest stakeholder. He's got the right to kick it off. Any objections?"Debra plopped into the head chair. "Cut the polite crap. Everyone's here. Objections or not, this vote's happening, right? No way it's that simple.""Mrs. Houston," Jason said coolly, "today's vote's straightforward: who's better suited as the McKinney Group CEO, you or Mr. Austin? Everyone here sees what you both bring. In the past two years, you've barely shown up. Mr. Austin ran the show, held a key role, and raked in profits. He's the clear pick for CEO.""So, you're saying I suck as the boss?" Debra shot back.Michael didn't even show, sending this random assistant instead. That already pissed her off.Now this guy's veiled jabs annoyed her even more."I'm ju
Debra's heart sank.Back when she'd teamed up with Michael, she had nothing, offering him Frazier Entertainment shares to seal the deal. Later, Frazier Entertainment merged into the McKinney Group, and she handed it off to him.To keep her identity hidden, she'd tossed him more shares. With Frazier Entertainment, he'd racked up 30%.She'd thought he deserved it. For two years, he'd run the show plenty. She'd never seen this coming."Madam, you there?" Ben's voice shook.This was huge and should stay quiet. Otherwise, the company would fall into chaos.Debra's blood ran cold. She hadn't expected Michael to go so far."I'll be there soon," she said, hanging up.She turned to Marion. "Michael scooped up loose shares. He's gunning for a vote as top shareholder."Over 40% wasn't half, but it made him the biggest player. Calling a vote was his right.Debra only had 40%. If 10% of the rest sided with Michael, he could oust her."Don't sweat it," Marion said. "We'll hit it together.
That shut everyone up.If Jordan was right, Drake was gambling with his neck."That's too risky. I've gotta drag him back." Debra spun to leave.Erica grabbed her. "Jordan's guys are on it. They'll ping us if they find him. You can't go out like this and become their target.""I'm not their focus anymore," Debra said. "They'll zero in on Drake."She looked at Marion. "Get your people searching. We need his trail fast, or he's dead."Once the Illuminati squeezed the stone's location out of Drake, they'd kill him.Orkgate was now controlled by Lara. Drake had no other value for them."On it," Marion said.They split up. Erica and Randy tapped their networks."Debra, don't freak," Jordan said. "Drake is not dumb. Injured like that, he couldn't have gone far. As long as he keeps that secret, they won't kill him."Debra nodded. "Hope he doesn't do anything stupid."She should've seen it coming. A proud guy like Drake couldn't handle being down for so long.His injuries were bru
Outside their room, Drake froze mid-knock.His head was down, and his expression was hidden. Eventually, his hand dropped, and he sighed.He turned around and shuffled downstairs, leaning on the wall. He was a broken mess now, unwilling to drag them down....Debra woke up the next morning, reaching for Marion.He wasn't there. She bolted upright, threw off the covers, and ran barefoot downstairs, shouting, "Marion?"In the hall, Marion and Jordan turned as she stumbled in, still in her pajamas.Marion rushed up, slipping off his slippers for her. "What's with the panic?""I didn't see you." She heaved a sigh of relief. "Thought you'd...""Any luck?" Jordan asked Kale, who'd just walked in.Kale shook his head. "Not yet.""What's up?" Debra asked, clocking everyone's grim faces."Drake's gone," Marion said. "No note, nothing. We're looking.""Did the cameras catch anything? Could it be the Illuminati...""Not them. He walked out himself.""Why the hell would he just up a
Debra jolted awake from a nightmare, her forehead slick with sweat."Still torn up about Michael?" Marion's voice came from beside her.She settled into his arms, finally feeling a little relieved. These past two months, they'd faced everything alone. She hadn't curled up with him like this in forever."It's my fault," she whispered. "If I hadn't trusted Michael so much, the Eaton family wouldn't have been a mess. Mr. Eaton Sr. wouldn't have been in the hospital.""It's your fault," Marion said, patting her back. "Even without your trust, the Illuminati would've found a way in. That was their goal.""I just can't wrap my head around why Michael's one of them," she said.She'd spent all night recalling the past, from meeting Michael to building the McKinney Group with him. He was key to its success, but everything had been a lie."Maybe he was never with us," Marion said. "The Illuminati's everywhere. Didn't you check his background when you teamed up?""I..." Debra faltered.S