Garland recognized Liza's voice and darted over.Debra followed closely behind. As they entered, they saw Liza being approached by a group of sleazy middle-aged men.Liza stood out like a beacon in her blue-and-white plaid skirt, the schoolgirl aesthetic clashing sharply with her golden curls that tumbled down her back. She looked every bit like the spoiled princess from a wealthy family. She was utterly out of place.Debra groaned inwardly, 'Dressing so conspicuously in a place like this is practically an invitation for trouble. Forget the low-key investigation.'"Get lost!" Garland's voice boomed as he reached Liza.Liza spun around, fury flashing in her eyes. "They got their hands on me. Chop off their hands. Feed them to the dogs."But Garland froze mid-breath, whatever fiery remarks he'd prepared dying in his throat. He noticed how the men's expressions shifted from slimy to menacing.Liza's threats might have worked overseas, but in Seamar City, such bold words were a sure
The arcade was filled with the sounds of scuffling, panicked cries, and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor.The leader of the gang was now pinned to the ground. "Mercy!"He managed to crane his neck and finally got a good look at Marion's face. "Mr. Houston? Please, have mercy, Mr. Houston."Marion nudged the man's face with the toe of his boot."West Dock?""Yes, sir. We're from West Dock.""Which hand of yours touched my wife?""Your wife?"The leader of the gang paled when he saw Marion embracing Debra.He stammered, "No, I didn't get to..."Before he could finish, he felt a sharp glance cut through him.Marion ordered, "Take him away and slap him until he can't speak.""Yes, sir." His men swiftly dragged the man away.Debra pointed to the punk who had just harassed Liza. "Bring him here and let Miss Eaton deal with him.""Yes, ma'am." Marion's men brought the punk before Liza.Debra smiled, "Miss Eaton, didn't you say you wanted to chop off his hand? I have a
As Garland scrambled to come up with an excuse, one of Marion's subordinates entered the room at a brisk pace.Upon seeing Debra, he hesitated for a moment and awkwardly moved closer to Marion."Sir...""There are no outsiders here. Speak."He snapped to attention and reported, "The Nichols Mansion caught fire. The entire place is burned to the ground."The room fell into stunned silence at the news. Marion shot a cold, calculating glance at the man, who immediately felt a chill crawl down his spine.With the tension thick in the air, Garland was the first to break the silence.He exclaimed and gestured dramatically, "The Nichols Mansion on fire? This is big. Juan was Mrs. Houston's ex-husband, right? I need to look into it and help clean up the remains if needed."The room went quiet again. Liza glared at him. "Seriously? Of all the things you could say, you chose that?"It wasn't a secret that the Nichols family and the Frazier family were on bad terms. The scandal of Juan's
Marion's men rounded up all the customers from the back rooms and brought them forward."Take them to the police station. Have Mr. Hardy interrogate them thoroughly," Marion ordered."Yes, sir."Watching batch after batch of customers being led away, Marion turned his attention to the staff pinned to the ground. "Are you going to talk, or do I need to make you?""I'll talk," one of them blurted out, lifting his head. "Sir, some of us dockworkers just wanted to make extra money. Someone said businessmen were investing in arcade centers. All we had to do was pay a franchise fee, and we could run our own business. The setup and machines were all taken care of. But there was a rule. Only locals with connections could join."Marion's eyes narrowed. "Connections? You mean my people?""Not just yours," the man stammered. "The Potter family, the Osborne family, the Mathis family, and even the Frazier family. Any of them would do."Debra felt a chill run down her spine. This was designed
Debra reached out to take his hand.On the surface, Marion acted as though nothing fazed him. But deep down, he was far more vulnerable than he let on.The employees they had just dealt with were likely people who had worked loyally by his side for years.The enemy's methods were insidious, aiming to force them to destroy their own foundation piece by piece."I'm fine," Marion murmured, squeezing her hand. "Let's go check the back room."Debra nodded and followed him.Burnt-out stubs littered the floor, and the faint haze of smoke still hung in the air. Rows of gambling machines lined up along the walls.She recognized them immediately. She'd seen machines like these back in Orkgate. She remembered the day Drake had shown her a vacant lot under construction, boasting about his plans to create a playground of sin.Her lips tightened, and she broke the silence. "Drake must have a part in this."Nothing moved in or out of Orkgate without his approval.With a flick of his hand, M
Drake kicked the table in front of him. "I wasn't buying machines. I was helping you catch criminals, okay?"The two interrogators looked at him like he was crazy. One of them asked, "Why don't you tell us about the severed hand and the machines in the box?""I've been saying this for ages. I'm helping you catch criminals. Why are you arresting me?" Drake growled.His mind was all on finding the culprit who set him up. He was in no mood for questions.The interrogator ignored his outburst. "How many times have you transported these machines? Who's the buyer? Who's the seller?""I'm the CEO of the Lowe Group," Drake growled. "I'm from Orkgate. I want to know who the hell stole my machines as much as you do."The interrogator raised an eyebrow. "So, the machines are yours?"Drake laughed in disbelief, "You know what? Just call Marion and Debra. You must know them, right?"The interrogators exchanged a glance.In the Potter Mansion, Debra sat on the sofa. "What? Drake got arreste
Marion and Debra parked their car outside the police station.Pedro spotted them from afar and jogged over, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Mr. and Mrs. Houston, you're finally here."From his anxious looks, Debra could tell how much chaos Drake had stirred up inside the station."Is he inside?" she asked."Yes. Please, just take him away. I can't take it anymore," Pedro pleaded, clasping his hands together.Debra raised an eyebrow. "Drake surely knows how to make a scene.""I'm not going in," Marion said, twirling his car keys. "Or he won't say a thing.""But he called for you. Are you sure?""Not interested in seeing him.""Alright."Inside the police station, Drake was lounging in a chair, his hands cuffed in front of him.Two interrogators stood before him, bowing and apologizing."We're sorry for recognizing you in those clothes, Mr. Lowe.""Exactly, Mr. Lowe. We thought you were joking. Please, take off the handcuffs.""I'm not taking them off," Drake said lazily,
"Debra!" Drake growled. "I came to track down the guy who set me up. Give me back the key.""Oh, come on. Are you seriously trying to tell me that someone managed to smuggle out thousands of machines under your nose and set you up? No kidding. You're the CEO of Lowe Group, infamous for your ruthless control. Who'd dare cross you?"Drake huffed, "Ruthless control? Where'd you get that idea? Sure, the reputation precedes me, but that doesn't mean no one dares pull tricks under my nose."Debra dug at her ear, unbothered by his outburst. "You mean, this whole thing has nothing to do with you? Alright, I believe you, and so does Marion. But how are you going to convince others? After all, you were caught at the docks for transporting over 100 machines. Only Kale and you were found at the scene. How could anyone not suspect you?""I told you. It was a setup.""And who was it?""I had the guy in control, but as soon as the police showed up, he escaped."His explanation sounded weak, ev
Drake, sitting at the main table, had a mouthful of wine and frowned. "What's the relationship between Michael and Debra? Why is he acting like her family?""Probably just a boss-subordinate relationship," Kale replied.Drake put his glass down. "Well, that makes sense. The Frazier family has no one left. Can't exactly pull Ralph out of prison.""You're right, boss."The music in the venue was so loud it felt like the sound waves were going to shatter their eardrums."Who designed this wedding?""I'm not sure."Drake took a deep breath. If he were not bound by etiquette, he would have turned around and left by now."Mr. Houston, do you take Ms. Frazier to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love her for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, forsaking all others, and being faithful to her for as long as you both shall live?""I do.""Ms. Frazier, do you take Mr. Houston to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love him for better or for worse, in
"It's time to walk in," Erica exclaimed, helping Debra to her feet.Liza suddenly looked flustered. "What am I supposed to do?""We just walk on either side of the bride. The flower kids will carry her train, so don't worry about it," Erica reassured her.Right then, two children pushed the door open. Their adorable looks melted Erica's heart."Whose little angels are these? Caleb did such a good job," she said.The flower children, a boy and a girl, looked like porcelain dolls. But just as Erica reached out to them, the girl protested, "Lady, you'll smudge my foundation.""Foundation?" Erica blinked, surprised that this little girl knew about cosmetics.Before she could respond, the boy chimed in, "Lady, please don't interrupt our work."The two kids walked over to Debra and carefully lifted her train.Erica felt slighted. "You..." Before she could finish, Liza tugged her arm. "The wedding is about to start. If you make them cry, who's going to carry the train?"Erica nod
If anyone had checked, they would've known the invitation wasn't meant for Drake.Luckily, the Houston family didn't want to make a scene and let them in.Outside the venue, the robbed guest sighed in the cold and left. He was late, giving Drake a chance to take his invitation.It was unbelievable that a famous man like Drake would stoop so low to rob others.Backstage, Debra sat as the artist touched up her makeup. Once it was done, Erica asked, "Have you memorized the ceremony flow? Want to go over the script again?"Debra saw her nervousness in the mirror and laughed, "Why are you even more nervous than me?""Because I've never been a bridesmaid before. What if I mess up on stage?" Erica worried."You won't. Bridesmaids don't even have to speak," Debra reassured her.Just then, footsteps sounded outside. Debra looked over and saw Garland and Liza coming in."What are you doing here instead of staying at the main table?" Erica asked."It's my brother. He said he couldn't ea
Caleb took a deep breath, thinking it was Marion's arrangement.But Drake was a troublemaker, not suitable for the happy occasion.Those around Caleb tried to soothe him."Mr. Houston Sr., today's a joyful day. Turning someone away who came to congratulate us would ruin the mood.""Exactly. Why not let Mr. Lowe come in and have a drink?"Caleb thought about it and tacitly approved. The guards surrounding Drake quickly dispersed."Mr. Lowe, this way," the butler said, stepping forward to guide him.Drake casually looked around, but the guests shrank back, uneasy with his presence.Ignoring their reactions, Drake pointed to the table where Caleb was seated."I want to sit there.""Mr. Lowe, that's the main table, reserved for family members only.""Michael counts as family? And what about Randy? Erica is just a distant relative, right? Then there are Fermin and Liza. Since when did they join the Houston family?"Drake was adamant about it. "Let me sit at that table, or my men
Randy's interest was piqued. "Count me in. I'll be there to bear witness to the gift."Garland echoed, "Me too."Liza raised her hand. "Same here."Erica smacked them on the head. "It's their wedding night. You want to cause a ruckus in their bridal chamber?"The three shrank back, not daring to say another word."Chop chop," Erica called for attention. "The guests will be taking their seats soon. Get ready for the big event."Together with Liza, she escorted Debra backstage. In the meantime, the guests began to take their seats.The Houston family had few members, and the Frazier family had no relatives left. So, at the main table, besides Caleb, there were only Andrew, Randy, Erica, Michael, Garland, and Liza to fill the seats.Liza looked around the grand hall and whispered, "Aren't castle weddings usually held in a church with a priest? Why does this feel hybrid?""Stumped me," Garland muttered, equally puzzled.The stage was so big, and he wondered if there would be a co
Debra smiled and stretched out her arms. Marion scooped her up and held her in his arms."The wedding dress!" Randy hurried behind them.The train of the wedding dress prepared by Caleb was such a hassle. It had to be held up the entire way."Wait." Erica lifted her skirt and dragged Liza down the stairs with her.Garland hurried to follow, while Michael shook his head helplessly. This pickup was really something.The wedding vehicle was a pumpkin carriage. Once Marion set her inside, Debra pointed at the two white horses at the front."Wow! Now this is flashy.""Grandpa prepared it.""This is a bit embarrassing."It was like something from a fairy tale. Who would've thought that Caleb, at his age, still had such a childlike heart?In a rickshaw, Erica marveled, "Wow, Caleb is a genius."Sitting beside her, Randy asked, "Do you like it?""It's nice and creative. I love it," Erica replied with a broad smile.Randy looked at her and asked, "How about we use this for our wedd
"Sure. What's the test?" Marion replied."Quick Q&A." Erica fired away, "What was your first impression of the bride?""She was so cute," Marion replied."What?" Randy was taken aback. "You thought she was cute the first time you saw her?"That didn't sound right. Randy remembered the first time Marion saw Debra. It was outside an auction, and Debra had an aura about her, a presence that made her seem like a queen ready to take down a rival.Cute? Not quite.Garland was equally puzzled. Debra was good-looking. But cute? That was a stretch.Erica scratched her chin, not entirely satisfied with the answer, but she figured love was blind.So, she moved on to the next question. "If your first love and your wife both fell into the water, who would you save?""Debra is my first love," Marion answered."That's too easy," Randy chimed in, frustrated. "Up the ante."Erica struggled. "I don't know what to ask. Should we move on to the next round?"She pulled out a set of bizarre food
"They're coming." Erica rushed to close the door.Liza was puzzled. "The groom is here to pick up the bride? Why are you closing the door?""You don't get it," Erica said, piling up everything she could find to block the door. "This is tradition.""What kind of tradition?" Liza asked."You wouldn't understand," Erica replied. "Just don't let those guys in easily.""But among them is your cousin.""True, but not today.""But if you don't let them in, how are they supposed to take the bride away? What if the wedding ceremony is delayed?"Erica paused. "Oh, right. When can I let Marion take you away?"Debra shook her head. This was her first time having a wedding. No one had taught her these customs before.Erica pulled out her phone and started searching online. "Dammit. Network lag."Just then, a beeping sound echoed outside, and the door opened.Randy poked his head in, cautiously checking for any traps. Then he entered the room and announced, "Marion's here to pick up the
Debra changed into her wedding dress.The stylist and makeup artist marveled, "Madam, you look stunning in this dress. Forget red-carpet celebrities. None of them can compare to you."Debra felt flattered, and Michael smiled, "This dress suits you perfectly.""Thank you."Michael glanced at the brightening sky outside. "It's about time. I'd like to play the role of your family and walk you out."There was hardly anyone else left in the Frazier family.Debra recalled all the ups and downs. Michael had always been the backbone of the company and her most reliable partner."In my mind, you're always my family," she said.Michael chuckled, "If you hadn't agreed to let me walk you out, I would've been upset."The bridal convoy pulled up outside. Erica saw it through the window and exclaimed, "Here they are. Go block the door."Debra blinked. "Block the door?"Erica quickly directed the stylist and makeup artist to barricade the door. Then, with lightning speed, she pulled Debra t