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
Drake watched with detached amusement. "With the meager salary the McKinney Group pays you, I doubt it even covers a fraction of what you spend in a day. I did you a favor by submitting the resignation letter."He paused and added, "Besides, you seemed pretty happy about it."She was indeed happy. Drake had just unintentionally given Ben a hint. Ben would be able to trace everything back to Drake. With the evidence and her testimony, they could easily pin Drake for illegal imprisonment.Drake always ignored laws and rules. Eventually, they would bring about his downfall.Debra stifled a smirk. Maybe she could even get from him some useful intel about the treasure or the car crashes that killed her parents and Marion's parents.After getting out of the car, Chace led them to a high-end hotel. Once Debra and Drake had each entered their rooms, he turned to the bodyguards and ordered, "Stay here and keep watch. Don't let anyone leave here.""Yes, sir!" the guards replied in unison.
Edgar's plan was all too obvious to Debra.He intended to use her as bait to lure Marion and Juan to Flesta, allowing him to stir up trouble in Seamar City.Unbeknownst to him, he had fallen into the trap she had carefully laid.Debra casually said, "You've been sticking close to Edgar. How come he sent you back?"She was aware of the truth but decided to play dumb. Chace fidgeted but soon composed himself.He replied, "Mr. Lowe is an important business partner, and I came back to oversee things.""Is that so?" Debra smirked. "Seems like Mr. Lowe's pretty special."Back when she had been filming the show on the island, she had learned about their arrangement.Over the past few months, Edgar had lost control of his many subsidiary companies, all thanks to her meddling. His position in the Odom family was in peril.Yet he hadn't yet realized how great the damage was. He was still bent on taking on the McKinney Group and Oscar. All the while, his company was teetering on the edge
In the hospital, a doctor examined Juan's wound. "Mr. Nichols, the injury isn't too serious, but you should avoid any strenuous activity. I recommend staying in for observation."Juan's mind was on something else. His phone buzzed, pulling his focus.He picked it up and saw an unread message, which had come in the night before.[Debra is being held by Drake in Flesta.]His face paled instantly. The post made by Debra had convinced him that she had been rescued by Marion, but it turned out she had been captured by Drake."Mr. Nichols, you can't move around yet," the doctor advised as Juan threw off the blanket and climbed out of bed, gritting his teeth against the pain.Out in the hallway, Joe rushed over to help him. "Sir, where are you going? Let me handle it.""Get a ticket to Flesta. Now," Juan said.Joe hesitated. "Sir, the company's in chaos. Mrs. Nichols Sr. has taken over your duty. You need to stay to manage things. You can't just leave.""Move." Juan shoved him aside.
The three men around Debra froze.They all knew Michael was one of her most trusted people.Since the founding of the McKinney Group, he had been there. He was, without a doubt, the person she relied on the most."At that time, I was in my room trying to piece together the Illuminati's and Fermin's motives. Even if Marion was hiding things from me, it didn't mean our misunderstanding had to keep getting worse," she explained. "We could just talk things out. That wouldn't work for whoever was pulling the strings. They needed someone to step in, pull me away from Marion, and create conflict between us."She paused and added, "Everyone was reaching out to me, trying to figure out what was going on. But Michael? He only called once. The moment I answered, I was hoping he wouldn't ask me to meet him. But he did.""That's it? That's the reason?""Yeah. I started to suspect him, but I couldn't be sure the house wasn't bugged. So, I had to play along and get out of there first. Even in M
Back then, Debra had been too weak, relying on tricks to survive in the cracks of Seamar City.Now her gaze was determined. She had strong backing and could be herself.For his part, Jordan had made the most important decision of his life because of her.The two cars pulled up at the Potter Mansion. The three of them headed upstairs to see Drake.But as soon as Jordan opened the door, a vase was thrown straight at Debra.Debra froze, and so did Drake on the bed.Jordan kicked the vase away just in time, preventing it from hitting Debra."What's your problem?" Jordan frowned.Drake's face darkened. "Spending a million in a nightclub and booking a hotel room with a gigolo. Debra, you're something else." "Why is everyone asking me the same thing?" Debra rubbed her brows.Jordan didn't interrupt Drake. Instead, he walked in and poured himself a glass of wine."I'm waiting for her explanation too," he said.Juan followed him inside and sat on a nearby sofa.Debra felt the weig
Juan pulled a badge out of his pocket. It had the shape of the sun on it."The Illuminati badge. I found it," he said.Debra took it. "You found it in Jeffery's belongings?""Yeah."Debra turned the badge over in her hand. It looked very similar to the symbol she'd seen in the church and the old castle. Only it didn't have the phoenix."Is there anything else?" she asked."All of his belongings were destroyed. When I found it, there was only rubble left. The Illuminati works quickly, and their influence is vast. I don't know how many businesses here are involved," he replied. "Once someone becomes a member, they're at the Illuminati's beck and call. They may never be asked to do anything, but when the time comes, they have to risk everything to get the job done, or they'll be killed by their people.""That's a high stake. Why would so many people still want to join the Illuminati?""Human desires are endless. Some want fame, some want wealth, and others just want money. To get
Debra's phone rang.She glanced at the screen and answered the call before Michael's angry voice came through."You'd better have a good explanation for this."Debra pulled the phone away from her aching ear."Calm down." "Calm down? I told you to go have fun at that club, not blow a million dollars. And now, you're all over the news, crowned the 'Queen of the Overseas Nightlife Scene' overnight. And you checked into a hotel with a male model. Have you lost your mind?"Michael rarely lost his temper. This time, he was genuinely furious.Debra rubbed her temples. "I was just blowing off steam. Nothing happened with that model.""You threw money around like crazy and booked a hotel room with him. The rumors are everywhere. The whole overseas circle thinks you and Marion are getting a divorce. I bet Seamar City is buzzing with gossip, too. Going back now is like walking away with your pants down.""It's not that bad. I'm exhausted. We'll talk when you're back."Before Michael
It was late into the night when Debra got off the plane.Jordan's car was already parked by the airport. It felt empty with few passengers at that hour.She spotted him at a glance and threw a package at him. He tossed his cigarette aside and caught the package.Debra said, "Kid, you've learned to smoke now?"Jordan protested, "We are the same age. Don't talk like a senior.""Force of habit," Debra smiled. "I thought you were still that red-haired guy who'd always stick up for me back in school. But just two years later, you've grown up.""Debra.""Sorry. It's kind of ingrained."Having lived through a life, she couldn't help but speak to him like an elder."Aren't you going to explain it?""There's nothing to explain. I just came back alone.""Is that all you're going to say?"Together, they walked out of the airport, and he opened the car door for her.Jordan followed her to get into the car, and she finally said, "The news is all true."Jordan froze. "A nightclub model
Josh finally got a good night's sleep.Opening his eyes, he saw Debra was already up."Are you hungry? I can go grab some breakfast for you.""No need. I'm not used to regular stuff."Marion had always made breakfast for her since they got together. At first, these were just simple little things. But now, they had become an inseparable part of her life.Debra shook her head. "Your job is done here. Think about it and come back when you're ready."Before he could respond, she turned and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.Just then, the doorbell rang.Josh threw on his jacket and opened the door.A waiter was pushing a food cart. "Sir, here's your order.""My order?" Josh pointed to himself.The waiter did not explain. He simply rolled the cart inside and left.Debra finished freshening up and stepped out of the bathroom. Her eyes landed on the cart."I said I wasn't eating. Did you order this?" she said.Josh removed the lid. Inside lay a freshly baked soufflé, topped w
Randy glanced at the car and said, "Don't be fooled by his façade. Watch how I tear it off."He yanked open the car door and grabbed Marion's arm, trying to drag him out. "Come on," Randy urged. "Erica is mad. Just do me a favor and come out."Marion didn't resist it.Erica stepped forward. "Debra is not the type to mess around. She's doing this to piss you off. I believe she's still waiting for you to explain yourself. Just get up there, talk to her, and deal with whatever's wrong with you. Got it?" "Don't be stubborn," Randy echoed. "Keep this up, and Debra is gone for good."He shoved Marion toward the hotel, but the latter just stood there, unmoving.Several guards arrived. Without a word, they started to drag Erica and Randy away."What the hell? Let go of me. Do you want a fight?" Erica snapped, raising a fist.But then, she recognized those people as well-trained soldiers of the Houston family. There was no way she could beat them.Randy didn't fare any better. He wa
"Really?" Debra raised an eyebrow."Don't judge me by appearances. I'm good at my studies," Josh replied. "One day, I'll make something of myself.""Who says working in this industry means you're a failure? The industry doesn't have ranks or status. If you feel bad about it, just tell yourself you're here to soothe souls. As long as your heart is pure, your body is too.""Thanks." Josh finished his wine in one go."Alright. You can go to bed.""Are you sure you don't wanna..."Josh hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.Though he had no problem saying honeyed words to clients, he was careful with his words around Debra."No, I'm married.""Then why are you...""Didn't your boss tell you when you started in this line of work? Don't try to pry into clients' privacy.""Sorry.""I have a card here. It's enough for your studies and starting a business. After tonight, you probably won't fit in here anymore. But I think you have the potential to be the boss in this line of work
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