The three ladies nodded, and Debra smiled as things were getting interesting."What are you guys talking about?" Marion asked, walking into the room.He was casually dressed in a white shirt and no tie, with several elegant shopping bags hanging from his arm.The three ladies' eyes lit up. Not only was Marion powerful and wealthy, but he was also devastatingly handsome. With a husband like him, who would ever want to leave the house?"We didn't expect to see you here during the day, Mr. Houston," one of the ladies said. "We would have brought an extra gift.""Mr. Houston, you're so devoted to Mrs. Houston," another chimed in. "You spend all your time with her, unlike my husband."The ladies blushed slightly, their intentions clear to Debra. Despite their age, they were still attractive and had their eyes on Marion.Before Debra could respond, Marion spoke up. "Debra is new to the area, and she's not familiar with the surroundings yet. Feel free to chat with her, but please don't
Debra pondered for a moment. "No wonder. Even though the Nichols family is the top dog in Seamar City, Melody doesn't hold any real power in the Nichols Group. Why would those socialites be clamoring to host an evening gala for her? It must be because of her connection to the Eaton family."If the banquet was held at the Eaton family's residence, it indicated that Bert Eaton and Melody were quite close when they were young.Marion opened another package of sweets for Debra and said, "I'll accompany you tonight.""No need," Debra replied. "It's a ladies' gala. Besides, Melody traveled all the way here. If I'm not mistaken, either Juan is here, or Melody came all the way here to deal with me."Melody might appear kind, but she was quite petty. Their grudge ran too deep, and Melody wouldn't let her off easily."You're spot on," Marion said. "Juan has been missing from Seamar City lately. Melody probably thinks he is here for you."Debra sensed his jealousy and pecked him on the chee
The snide remarks of the socialites reached Debra's ears, but she didn't ignore them. Instead, she turned to face the gossiping women, who immediately plastered on smiles.Debra returned their smiles, but her eyes held a cold glint. Those ladies were daunted and quickly dispersed, realizing that she was not someone to be trifled with.As soon as Debra entered the banquet hall, she noticed Debra noticed a figure surrounded by a group of admiring ladies. It was none other than Melody dressed in elegant attire and adorned with precious jewels.Debra arched her eyebrow, having a certain guess in her mind.Melody's valuable jewelry was mostly in her possession. These pieces, which appeared to have a vintage feel, were likely stored with an overseas insurance company.It seemed Melody had indeed come to meet her old flame, for she wore jewelry that she usually wouldn't have even worn at home.Melody also noticed Debra. Her expression soured, and she remarked, "I don't recall inviting M
Debra's words were laced with insinuation, implying that Melody's trip there was driven by some late-life romantic whim.Melody, who valued her reputation above all else, turned livid. "Of course, I'm going back. If it weren't for some business I had to attend to, I wouldn't have come at all.""Mrs. Nichols Sr., take it easy. I didn't say anything out of line," Debra said, leaning in closer to Melody. "Don't forget, I have evidence of you hiring someone to kill me. If you don't want any trouble, you'd better not cross me. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars."Melody's anger boiled over at Debra's threat. She remembered all too well how Debra had used this very threat to force Juan to hand over the Nichols Group.Although the company hadn't fallen into Debra's hands yet, there was no telling if Juan might do so in the future.Melody looked at Debra's smiling face, her own smile strained. "Since you're new here too, feel free to look around. I'm a bit tired and
"But..." The maid tried to stop her, but Melody had already stood up and was heading towards the door.In Seamar City, she was used to being respected as an elder. All the noblewomen and socialites treated her with deference.Melody firmly believed Bert's favor for Liza had something to do with her.She felt justified in her actions. As she descended the stairs, she saw Liza standing in the middle of the grand hall.The butler beside her advised, "Miss, she's really not here. You should go back. If your father finds out you came here to cause trouble, he won't be happy.""Nonsense. Everyone in the local community knows that today is the welcoming banquet my father is hosting for that old hag. Why was I kept in the dark? Who does she think she is? She's old and washed up, yet she still has the nerve to come here and seduce my father," Liza huffed, aware of the old rumors.Debra, not wanting to be noticed by Liza, stood in a less conspicuous corner. She preferred to watch the drama
"No mercy?" Liza scoffed, striding up to Melody and slapping her across the face.Melody was stunned, and she continued, "This is our territory, and everything my father owns is mine. How dare an old hag like you challenge me? Do you really think my father cares about you? Let me tell you, I am his favorite daughter, and my mother is the woman he loves most. He would never have his eyes on you."The room fell silent, not because of Liza's audacity but because of Bert's arrival.He emerged from the elevator, his presence commanding despite his nearly seventy years. His hair was dyed, and he stood tall and straight, hinting at the handsome man he must have been in his youth.Debra watched the scene unfold with interest. Liza had finally managed to draw out Bert, who rarely made public appearances except to clean up messes for her."What's going on here?" Bert demanded, his voice stern yet tinged with indulgence.Debra observed from the corner, noting how much Bert doted on Liza. De
Debra quickly formulated a plan and walked toward the champagne tower that Liza had knocked over earlier.When no one was looking, she bent down and used a shard of the broken glass to lightly cut her ankle."Ouch!" she grunted, drawing the attention of many guests.Liza recognized the voice and turned to see Debra. Her eyes narrowed as she remembered how Debra had wronged Cathryn.She marched over, ready to give Debra a piece of her mind. But just as she was about to strike, Bert shouted, "Liza, stop!"Liza stomped her foot in frustration. "Dad. This woman stole Marion and made Cathryn a laughing stock. Why won't you let me hit her?""Enough," Bert said sternly. "Today has been chaotic enough, and your spoiled behavior needs to change. She is our guest, and she's injured because of your antics. If you hit her, people will say our family has no manners."With that, he approached Debra. She was taken aback, wondering what this notorious old fox was up to.Under the watchful eyes
After Debra left, Melody finally expressed her displeasure. "Your daughter is a bit unruly."Liza had insulted and hit her. The shame would be with her for the rest of her life."I've spoiled Liza," Bert said. "I'm truly sorry about this. Please go back to your room and rest. I've called for a doctor to examine your face."His gentle words calmed Melody somewhat, but the memory of Liza's harsh words still stung.She said, "I only came to you because I don't know many people here. I didn't expect Liza to misunderstand. I wonder what others must think of me now.""We're just old acquaintances. No need to worry about what others think," Bert reassured her. "No one dares speak ill of the Eaton family here."The phrase "old acquaintances" struck a nerve with Melody. If she hadn't chosen that workaholic Wilbur all those years ago, she might have been the respected Mrs. Eaton today.Though her life was comfortable, the thought of her unloving husband and disobedient grandson filled her
Robert glanced at everyone in the room and turned to leave.For three straight days, Lester was frozen out, while operations continued as usual.Far away on a beach, Debra took off her sunglasses and stood up from her lounge chair.Garland, who had been playing on the sand, looked up and asked, "Are you heading back already?""Yeah, it's time to go." Debra casually tossed her sunglasses aside.In the distance, Marion pulled up in a car. He walked over to Debra, draped a jacket over her shoulders, and said, "I've booked the tickets. Mrs. Houston, your vacation's over.""Are you going back to Seamar City? Wonderful!" Garland jumped up for joy.He'd been stuck here, dealing with all the expenses while the artists and staff lived it up.Finally, he could go back and continue to slack off at the Potter Mansion.Debra scanned the staff, who were still goofing around. "Guys, it's time to head back. There's a ton of work waiting for us. Let's get back on track and stay focused."The
Robert watched Lester leave. "Ma'am, should I stop him?""Let him go," Theda said, leaning back in her swivel chair and closing her eyes. "The penalty fees alone are more than he can afford. He'll have no choice but to come crawling back."She hadn't expected Lester to mess up at such a critical time. Back then, he had promised her that he would rise to the top of the industry. But now, just as things were getting started, he caved under pressure."What's the plan now?" Robert asked."There are plenty of other artists," Theda replied, stretching her arms. "Split Lester's resources among them. If he doesn't want wealth, there are plenty of others who do."She stood up and added, "I'm feeling a bit tired. Go tell them to get ready for an all-out fight. If they pull this off, I'll make sure they're well rewarded.""Understood." Robert left the office and headed to the lounge.Inside, a group of exhausted artists slumped over the tables. When Robert walked in, one of them asked eage
Randy was amazed. "It hasn't even been a few days. Debra's plan works fast.""It's a mind game. They were nobodies, and in less than a month, they rose to stardom. Naturally, their egos are inflated. With all that pressure, it's no surprise they'd lose control of their emotions," Debra explained, hooking her arm around Marion's and leaning her head on his shoulder. "Marion taught me all this. Pretty impressive, right?"Both Erica and Randy were speechless.Garland came downstairs and greeted them. "What's the occasion today? You've prepared so much food."Erica replied, "We're celebrating our first victory. Buchan Group is going down.""Really?" Garland raised an eyebrow.Debra smiled, "It's just the start. There's more fun ahead."Far away at the Buchan Group Headquarters, Robert reported, "Today, the 17th advertiser has pulled out. Even the previous endorsers are terminating their contracts with Lester. We can afford the penalties, but it means all the money we made before is
Marion leaned down to kiss Debra. Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, taking them aback.They turned to see Randy standing in the doorway.Realizing what he'd walked in on, Randy awkwardly cleared his throat and glanced upward. "Weird, huh? Where'd everyone go in the middle of the day? Guess I'll check downstairs."Before leaving, he added, "Oh, by the way, top trending news. Buchan Entertainment's A-lister Lester Ashford just assaulted a fan."Debra immediately grabbed her phone. Sure enough, the top trending topic was #LesterHitsFan, and the story had gone viral across the internet.She tapped into the headline and saw a video shot by a fan.In the video, fans greeted Lester at the airport as he got off the plane. A group of female fans held banners and chanted, "Lester, we love you."The airport wasn't overcrowded, and everything seemed orderly.But as soon as Lester heard the chant, he smashed his water bottle to the ground and yelled, "Idiots! Does no one want you at ho
Liza grinned cheekily, "My allowance has gone up every year, but don't lose heart. I'll tell Dad to raise your allowance too."She looked at Garland's sullen face and patted his shoulder. "Cheer up. I'm off shopping."She leisurely hummed a song and skipped away.Far away in Seamar City, Robert was reporting his duties to Theda."These past few days, most of the McKinney Group's clients have jumped ship and joined us. Now that their artists are on hiatus, we can grab their endorsement deals. Within a month, we'll swallow up all the resources they're holding onto," he said."Is Debra doing nothing about this?" Theda asked."She did," Robert replied. "Michael has been working around the clock. Debra's trying to use him to salvage the situation. But it's not working.""Michael may be their ace, and Debra's relying on him to secure only luxury brand endorsements. But if she doesn't care about the smaller deals, we'll take them," Theda said, tapping her chin. "Without clients or reso
On a beach overseas, Debra lay on a lounge chair.In front of her was the blue sky, white clouds, and the endless ocean. The golden sand glittered in the sunlight.She wore sunglasses and flashed a peace sign for a picture before posting it on social media.In the picture, she showed half her face, while the other half captured their artists building a sandcastle.The caption read, [Blue skies, white clouds, the ocean, playful employees, and a boss you'll never have.]The comments section quickly exploded.[I know team building, but I've never heard of a boss taking their employees abroad for it. I want such a boss.][Girl, you just took away all my idols.][The McKinney Group's artists have all gone on break. My happiness is gone.]...In floral trunks, Garland was grumbling while digging in the sand with a shovel, "Your wedding hasn't even happened, and you're already on a honeymoon? You can have your honeymoon. Why let me arrange everything and foot the bills?"Liza heard
Erica chimed in, "Right now, with half the entertainment industry's resources in their hands, their artists are already strained. If they take our deals too, those artists will be run into the ground. Even if they worked 24/7, they wouldn't be able to handle that kind of workload.""To capitalists, artists are just tools to make money. They couldn't care less about how the tools feel. And since those artists are mostly rookies, their rates are relatively low. After layers of exploitation, the pay they take home won't match the work they're doing," Debra replied. "Meanwhile, our artists are enjoying paid vacations for two months, traveling and relaxing. Do you think the Buchan Group's artists will feel okay with that? These are skilled professionals, but they're stuck doing assembly-line work. With such intense workloads, their performance will inevitably suffer, and the quality of their work will drop. For artists, no good work means no staying power. Their popularity will fade, and a
"She's probably trying to catch us off guard with this move," Debra said, calming down. "She's pushing her artists to work nonstop, taking on every gig they can get. By marketing them so aggressively, she's maintaining a temporary buzz. Advertisers will shift their partnerships from our artists to hers. If we lose most of our clients all at once, it'll throw our company into chaos. That's when she will swoop in."Andrew muttered, "So, it's a mind game? Theda knows how to play dirty."But Erica still looked troubled. "Now we know what she's doing. What can we do? Just sit by when she steals our clients?"If they lost their clients, their artists' commercial value would plummet. That would be a heavy blow to their business. Their revenue would dive, and they would lose their standing in Seamar City.Debra smiled mysteriously, "If Theda wants to disrupt us, we'll meet changes with constancy.""What do you mean?" Erica was puzzled."Didn't Michael just say that artists aren't machine
Compared to those mass-produced artists, these people under Theda's management had been trained for years.They were different from those who debuted just because of their looks. These people were versatile and unique in their own ways.Randy mumbled, "I've tried my best, but every time we fight back, they come up with something new. The advertisers we worked with before saw the momentum behind their publicity. Plus, their new talents were cheaper, so they all switched sides. Our ad revenue has dropped significantly. Even our commercial street has to feature ads for those Buchan artists. It's like quenching a thirst with poison."Erica chimed in, "This is the least we can do. Their artists are riding the tide. It makes sense that advertisers would go for them. We can't just tell people not to run ads for them."Debra nodded. "Advertisers choose who's trending. And those newcomers are popular and affordable. Michael is better but beyond the average advertisers' reach."Erica got an