Liza stood frozen, her mouth agape. The message was clear: with the Osborne family, the Mathis family, and the Potter family backing Debra, she was untouchable.Those who had originally planned to attend the Nichols' engagement party quickly reconsidered. With Seamar City's most influential figures all heading to the Houstons' event, where else would anyone of importance be?Meanwhile, inside the grand Maple Hotel, Melody frowned as she noticed the dwindling number of guests. "Where is everyone going?"A servant approached her cautiously. "Mrs. Nichols Sr., many of the guests have excused themselves and gone out. Something big might be happening next door."Melody took a deep breath. "I'll go take a look."Despite the Nichols family's high status in Seamar City, it seemed like the only people left at their engagement party were their business partners.Storming outside, she was met with the sight of a steady stream of guests heading toward the Houstons' party.Her anger flared.
Shelia was there draped in a floor-length mermaid dress, but something was off.The dress looked stiff and cheap, the hem overloaded with a chaotic mess of rhinestones that caught the light in all the wrong ways. The fabric pooled awkwardly around her feet, the weight of it too much for her thin figure to carry gracefully.Her makeup, rather than enhancing her features, only served to accentuate the awkwardness of the ensemble.The guests began to whisper among themselves."What on earth is she wearing? Who even uses that kind of fabric for a mermaid gown? It's ridiculous.""I just came over from the Houstons' engagement party, and Ms. Frazier was wearing the same dress. But the difference is so great.""Can't she tell what looks good and what doesn't? The Nichols are losing face big time."...Melody felt her head spinning with embarrassment. Shelia, however, remained oblivious to the scorn. In her mind, the dress was worth seven figures. There couldn't be anything wrong with
Upstairs, Shelia stomped on the fabric with her heels, as if trying to grind it into the floor. Her eyes were burning with anger and humiliation as she ordered, "Go find out what Debra is wearing."She had seen Debra wearing the same style the other day. Yet her clothes were disastrous.Yesterday, she had even confirmed that her dress cost much more than Debra's. The doubt gnawed at her, fueling her anger.Sophie, hiding her disdain for Shelia, pulled out her phone and showed her the latest photos from the Houston family's engagement party.In the pictures, Debra looked radiant. She was wearing an elegant floor-length mermaid gown that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress was understated yet sophisticated, with subtle diamond accents at the hem that sparkled like a constellation of stars.The same design yielded two completely different outcomes.Seeing how effortlessly graceful Debra appeared in the photos, Shelia blushed with fury."It's her. She must've bribed the designe
The second-floor dressing room was in chaos.The guests craned their necks and looked up curiously."What is happening up there?""I heard Ms. Blair is fighting with a maid.""Ms. Blair? Fighting? How disgraceful. She's supposed to be a lady of standing.""Well, no matter how high she climbs, she can't seem to leave behind her common roots. So unrefined."...Declan, standing among the crowd, could feel the weight of their whispers on his shoulders. His face grew darker with each passing comment, his mood souring further.It was bad enough that rumors swirled, but now the media had their cameras trained on the scene, hungry for the scandal.The frenzy downstairs intensified as Shelia came storming down the staircase, dragging Sophie by her hair. Shelia's face was twisted with rage.The flashes of cameras were relentless, capturing every wild expression. Within minutes, the internet exploded with headlines: [Ms. Blair Loses Control, Attacks Maid at Engagement Party.]Next doo
Their business rivalry aside, Juan's personal life was no longer any of Debra's concern.She was just about to walk away with Erica when she bumped into something solid.It was the broad chest of someone cloaked in black. Debra looked up and saw a silver mask covering his face.Debra instinctively stepped back, while Erica quickly grabbed her arm, creating distance between them.Debra gave an apologetic smile and said, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?""It's fine." The man's reply was slow and gravelly.His voice was raspy, as though his throat had been ravaged by fire. His age was impossible to determine.Erica, eyeing the man warily, tugged on Debra's sleeve. "Sorry, sir, but we've got matters to attend to. Excuse us."Debra nodded, but as they brushed past the man, she heard a low, hoarse whisper, just loud enough for her ears alone. "Leave. Now."She froze, her heart skipping a beat. When she turned to look back, the man had already disappeared into the crowd."Debra, stop s
Debra lifted the lid of the gift box. Inside lay a sleek bank card with a small slip of paper showing the PIN."What's this?""Just take it. I'm a top-tier actor now. You think I can't afford a little gift like this?""Alright then, I'll accept it."Across the room, Marion caught her eye. He was dressed impeccably, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly, every strand of his hair in place. As he moved through the crowd, toasting guests with charming ease, he stole a glance at her. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a subtle, knowing smile.After tonight, Marion would officially be her fiancé.The thought filled her with a warm glow, her heart fluttering with excitement.But before she could fully savor the moment, a security guard hurried over."Mr. Andrew Potter had a fall as he was leaving. You should come quickly.""What?" Debra's face tightened with concern.Andrew always had his butler by his side. It was unbelievable he fell."Let's go check it out together," Erica sug
Drake's lips curled into a cruel smile as he stared down at Debra's unconscious form.The last time he had seen her, she and Marion had put on quite the performance. It was his turn now.Inside the Royal Grand Hotel, the emcee's voice boomed through the ballroom, enthusiastically announcing the next segment of the evening: the grand entrance of the soon-to-be-engaged couple.Upstairs, Marion was adjusting his tie, an uncharacteristic unease tightening his chest."Marion!" Randy burst into the room, panting heavily.Marion remained composed. "Today is my engagement, not yours. Why are you in such a hurry?"Randy was burning with anxiety. "Did you see Erica? I couldn't find her anywhere."Marion's expression hardened instantly. "I told her not to leave Debra's side for even a second."The two men locked eyes, both sensing the same gut-wrenching dread."Something's wrong."Downstairs, the guests remained blissfully unaware, clapping and cheering as the emcee continued his spirit
At the party, the host called out to Marion and Debra three times, yet neither of them appeared. An uneasy murmur spread through the crowd.Frowning, Caleb shot a sharp glance at the butler beside him. "Where are they?"The butler shifted uneasily. "I saw them just a moment ago..."Caleb's gut churned. "Tell the host to keep the guests calm. The rest of you, follow me.""Yes, sir."Next door, Melody was quick to catch wind of it.She stood on the second floor, overseeing a tense exchange between Shelia and Sophie, when the security guard entered with urgent news."Marion and Debra are missing.""Yes."She glanced at Sophie's scratched face and Shelia's disheveled hair. Her lips curved in a slow, smug smile.'If we're having a hard time, the Houston family won't have it easy either.' She thought.She broke the silence. "Sophie, do you know what kind of event this is? Get out and go downstairs.""Yes, Mrs. Nichols Sr." Sophie reluctantly left.Melody shifted her gaze to Shel
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