Seeing how terrified Lara was, Peter felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.All the frustration he had endured from Debra and Drake the past few days bubbled to the surface. He took a step forward and yanked Lara to her feet.She shrieked in fear, turning as white as a sheet.Peter patted her cheek and spoke playfully. "Well, I didn't notice before, but you're quite a pretty little thing. If you don't want to swim with the sharks, you'll learn to please me. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you go."Lara's body went rigid at his words.Debra stood up and approached them. Her fingers slid down his chest."Come on, she's just a maid. If you're upset with me, taking it out on her seems beneath you, don't you think?"Peter, a seasoned player when it came to women, immediately picked up on Debra's sudden change in demeanor. His eyes traveled over her, taking in the sight of her toned legs beneath her denim shorts and the way her white tank top hugged her curves.Debra was u
Peter's face loomed closer, his hands tearing at Debra's blouse.The ripping sound of fabric seemed to thrill him further as he lifted the whip and lashed it down hard on her.Debra screamed in panic. "Help! Somebody, help me."Just then, the door burst open. Peter jumped, frantically pulling up his pants."Damn, who the hell is ruining the fun?"He hadn't even finished his cursing when he spotted a brooding Drake at the door."M-Mr. Lowe," Peter stammered, collapsing to the floor.Debra let out a shaky breath. Drake had arrived just in time."Sir, this is all a misunderstanding," Peter stammered, pointing at Debra. "It was her. She came onto me."At that moment, Debra's wrist was cuffed to the bedpost, her face streaked with tears. Her clothes were torn apart.She hurriedly covered her chest, purposefully revealing the whip marks on her arm.Peter's words died in his throat. Given how things looked, no one would believe him.He suddenly realized he'd been set up by Debra.
Debra bit her lip, clutching the coat tighter around herself."I can't change on my own.""What? One whip and you're immobilized?""My arm is dislocated."Drake paused for a moment before stepping closer to lift the coat."What are you doing?" Debra covered her chest."Don't move," Drake commanded.Debra stayed still, and he carefully lifted her right arm. Sure enough, her shoulder was out of place."How'd this happen?" he asked without looking up."Who else could it be? Your loyal servant, Peter," she snorted. "He's mad about me snitching on him earlier. He deliberately dislocated my arm and tried to force himself on Lara, threatening to throw her into the sea to feed sharks. Then, when I defended her, he decided to turn his attention to me. Gotta hand it to you. Your ability to pick employees is spot on. They're a perfect reflection of your character."Drake shot her a cold look, unamused by her biting tone. "Maybe it's best to leave your arm dislocated then."He turned to
Drake gave no response.Debra asked again, "You weren't some kind of enforcer in the past, were you?"He came out of the bathroom and called out, "Anyone outside?"The door creaked open, and Lara entered with her head down. "Yes, Mr. Lowe?""Help her change," he ordered, getting out.Lara rushed to Debra's side, tears streaming down her face. "Ms. Frazier, are you okay?""I'm fine. Thankfully, you understood my signal," Debra replied calmly.Lara had heard everything outside. She glanced at Debra's arm and whispered, "Ms. Frazier, your arm...""I broke it myself.""What?" Lara's eyes widened in shock. "It wasn't Peter?""He's not a bull. No way would one hit dislocate my arm," Debra replied.But if Drake investigated it later, he might suspect her.A woman trying to seduce her way into a man's favor was far less likely to ignite his protective instincts than one who was brave yet suffered unjustly right under his nose. She couldn't risk Drake seeing through her plan."I kn
The maids recounted the events one after another."Peter bumped into Ms. Frazier. We heard her scream for help, but when we tried to intervene, he yelled at us to back off.""I saw him slap Lara and threaten to throw her into the ocean to feed the sharks.""We saw Peter dragging Ms. Frazier away. She called for help, but Peter drove us away."...The maids, who had previously been subservient to him, were all accusing him now.Colors drained from Peter's face, and he said desperately, "Lies! You're all lying. I am innocent. These wretches are conspiring against me. Sir..."Drake narrowed his eyes, sneering, "I gave you a chance. You've wasted it.""Sir, please don't," Peter pleaded tearfully.Drake raised his hand, and the two mercenaries stepped forward, grabbing Peter's arms.With one final, desperate cry, he was thrown overboard, his voice fading into the night as the waves swallowed him.The maids huddled together, terrified, as the splash echoed through the quiet sea.
The disposal of Peter was so efficient that Debra had almost been caught.Lara whispered, "But how did you know Peter would be thrown into the ocean? What if Mr. Lowe had spared his life?"Debra explained, "A useless man like that? There's no way. Drake never lets anyone touch his prey.""I see." Lara nodded.Debra looked down at the phone in her hand. With Peter gone, no one would pay attention to his phone. And more importantly, this phone likely contained crucial evidence of Drake's crimes.If she could get this phone off the ship, it would be a critical piece of leverage to take him down.Meanwhile, at the bustling docks of Seamar City, Randy and Marion waited impatiently, their men scattered strategically throughout the area."Something's off," Randy muttered, eyes scanning the horizon. "Drake's ship should've been here by now. But there's no sign of it."Marion frowned. "What about the tracker?""It went dead hours ago. Drake probably turned off his phone, shutting down
"What is it?" Debra asked, trying to sound casual.The nurse smiled warmly. "Mr. Lowe asked me to bring you this for your wounds. He said you should apply it yourself."She then placed a tube of ointment on the table."Drake?" Debra muttered, not believing he could be so kind.Still, she nodded politely. "Thank you. I'll use it later.""No worries. I'll leave you to it," the nurse said, getting out of the room.Debra opened the tube and brought it close to her nose.She didn't know much about medicine. Toxins might be mixed in. It was better not to use it.Making up her mind, she tossed it into the trash.That night, Violet arrived at the docks of Seamar City. Stepping out of her sleek black car, she spotted two men leaning against a lamppost, smoking cigarettes. One was stocky, and the other wiry.Her lips curled into a sneer. "Have you taken care of the matter?""We've been waiting here for two days," the stocky man said with a hint of annoyance. "But we haven't seen the w
Lara was concerned. "What about you?""Don't worry about me," Debra replied. "Drake won't do anything to me for now. Make sure you get the phone to them.""I will," Lara promised.Soon after, she escorted Debra to the deck. The maids began disembarking one by one. Before leaving, Lara glanced back at Debra, who gave her a reassuring look and left.At the dock, a group of men in black suits and sunglasses stood waiting. As soon as Drake appeared, they stepped forward to greet him.One of them said, "Sir, Mr. Odom instructed me to welcome you here."Drake hummed in response.Debra was startled upon hearing the voice. It was none other than Edgar's secretary, Chace.She looked over and saw the Odom family's crests on their chests.The one thing indicated the close relationship between Edgar and Drake.Chace saw Debra out of the corner of his eye and froze. He hadn't expected to see her with Drake."Isn't that Ms. Frazier? What brings you here with..."Before he could finish, D
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