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.
"Mrs. Nichols Sr., are you heading to the hospital to see Mr. Nichols? I've prepared everything you asked for," Sophie replied.She had gotten the soup ready. But Melody headed back to the bedroom and pulled out a pill from the drawer.Sophie didn't quite understand what was happening. Melody dropped the pill into the soup. Slowly, it dissolved without a trace."Mrs. Nichols Sr., what is this for?""Get all the bodyguards here. They're to escort me to the hospital.""Got it."In the hospital room, Juan had been waiting for over an hour, but Joe still hadn't come back.It was not normal, given how efficient Joe always was.Juan suspiciously got up from the bed and headed toward the door when footsteps echoed from the hallway."Mr. Nichols is resting inside," the doctor said respectfully.Melody hummed in acknowledgment, and as she glanced up, her eyes locked on Juan standing at the door. "Grandma?" Juan muttered in surprise."Juan, I came to check on you," Melody said graci
Juan's consciousness started to fade, and before he knew it, he was collapsing back onto the bed, sinking into darkness.Melody stood over him, expression hard. She turned to the bodyguards at the door and instructed, "Watch him closely. If he wakes up and tries to move around, sedate him. He's not leaving this hospital until his leg is healed.""Yes, Madam."Juan slipped into a fitful sleep, yet his mind still buzzed with awareness. He realized with chilling clarity that Melody had drugged him.It was not the first time Melody had done such a thing. Juan's mind wandered as he fell into a long, vivid dream.In the dream, Debra was hovering near him, dropping by the company to bring him lunch or setting up encounters. Her youthful infatuation was visible to anyone who cared to look.He naturally saw through her clumsy attempts to get close to him. But ever since he was a child, Melody had drilled into him that love was meaningless. As the heir to the Nichols family, he should marr
Shelia was gentle, understanding, and always considerate. Debra, on the other hand, had grown increasingly paranoid and suspicious, worn down by the emotional torment day after day.One evening, Debra made a full dinner, hoping for nothing more than to share a meal with him. When he saw the burn marks on her hands from cooking, a strange emotion stirred within him.That night, he ended up in bed with her. He was furious, not expecting her to drug him.The next morning, after he calmed down, he realized it wasn't Debra's doing.When he figured out Melody was behind it, he chose to stay quiet about it, burying the incident deep inside. But after that night, he grew even colder toward Debra. As someone who never knew how to express his emotions, he avoided her.Debra faced her darkest hours alone, and he saw the sadness in her eyes. Yet every time she saw him, she forced a smile and asked what he wanted for dinner, as if trying to keep things normal.That was when he realized, for
The Central Hospital was backed by the Nichols Group.To ensure the safety of Debra and their unborn child, Juan had made sure the hospital had top-tier medical equipment and plenty of blood reserves. There was no way things could suddenly go wrong.It was Shelia.Suddenly, Juan felt like a hand was dragging him out of his dream. He woke up in his hospital bed, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead."Sir, you should focus on your recovery. I've heard from my sources that Marion and Randy are heading to Flesta. Ms. Frazier will be fine," Joe said.The smell of disinfectant assailed Juan's nose, reminding him of Debra bleeding out on the operating table. He finally understood why Debra had been so resentful and terrified of him.He was the cause of everything that had happened in their past lives."Sir? Are you alright?" Joe asked with concern, seeing Juan's strange reaction.Just as he was about to call a doctor, Juan put on a puzzled expression. "Who is that?"Joe froze. "
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