"I think the Illuminati is so deeply embedded because their members are everywhere. They first make friends, then trick them into joining, expanding the Illuminati's reach." Debra continued, "But most wealthy business people and well-known figures are just doing work for the core members. They don't get close to the heart of the organization. At most, they're just exchanging favors. Those businessmen want power and money, and the Illuminati needs their connections. If necessary, they'll be used as spears and guns.""So, you suspect this guy, Josh?" Jordan asked.Drake chimed in, "Who's Josh? The pretty boy you were with that night?"Debra shook her head. "Not him."Jordan pressed, "Not him? Then why'd you bring him with you?""The members of the Illuminati aren't fools. I just showed them what they wanted to see," Debra explained. "I went to their nightclub, picked their male model, and took him to the hotel. It's like telling them I was investigating them. Besides, I couldn't tak
From Juan's expression, Debra could tell he couldn't let go either.They needed to avenge their families. At the same time, they couldn't let the Illuminati harm those around them.To do that, they needed to know both themselves and their enemies. That was the key to victory and what Andrew had taught her."If you're scared, I'll handle it," she said. "I never planned to tell you about this. Now I hope you'll respect my choice."Juan pressed his lips together, not saying anything else.Whether it was the past or now, he always loved Debra in his own way. He thought he could protect her, but in the end, he never understood her.Making choices for others, no matter how noble it sounded, would often cause more trouble."Alright, do it your way," he said. "But remember, if something happens to you, the people around you won't be happy.""Don't worry. To survive, I'd let go of my pride rather than be headstrong with those people.""Alright. If you ever need anything, send Ben to fi
Debra shrugged. "The Illuminati is plaguing the world. I got a little bit of a saint complex and wanted to wipe them out. Does that make it easier for you to accept?"Drake scoffed, "Saint complex? You and that word don't go together."Debra laughed, "What's that supposed to mean?"He paused, looking up at her. "Is it because of me?"Debra fell silent, and he continued, "You and Marion didn't need to save me. I went willingly.""To die? If we hadn't come, you'd be dead. Do you really think your life means nothing?"Drake shrugged. "I've done plenty of bad things in my life. Death serves me right. You didn't have to get involved.""Should we just sit by and watch you die? The Illuminati has already targeted the stuff you're hiding. They won't let go. Leaving this place only gets you in trouble," Debra retorted. "Marion sees you as a brother. He'll never just let it slide, and neither will I. They grabbed you, and you went along without a fight? Since when did you get so easy to c
Drake's face darkened. He grabbed the candy wrapper and tossed it into the trash."Marion was talking nonsense," he said.Debra grinned, confirming his love for candy. "Whatever."As she turned to leave, Drake suddenly added, "Thank you.""Huh? For what?" She looked back."Forget it," he said, looking away."Alright, I get it." She turned around and waved her hand. "The candy was swiped from the plane. You can take some next time if you want."He threw a pillow at her, but she had already left. The pillow hit the closed door and fell to the floor....Jordan had already arranged a room for Debra. It wasn't the one she used to share with Marion."Thanks.""What if Marion comes to find you?""We'll deal with it when he does.""Alright, get some rest. If you need anything, just call me.""Alright. I won't be shy."She entered the room and turned on her phone. The notification was full of messages from Erica, mostly asking if she had arrived in Seamar City.[I've arrived. E
Randy frowned. "What do you mean? Jordan doesn't want to see us?""It's Mrs. Houston," replied the guard. "She doesn't receive anyone for now.""I don't buy it. She just messaged me last night." Erica turned to the house and shouted, "Debra, it's me. We've come to see you.""Miss Mathis, please don't make noises here," the guard reminded her.Erica and Randy had stayed at the Potter Mansion before, so they were familiar with the guards."We've met before," she said. "Name the price.""This isn't about money." The guard stood his ground."Do I need to force my way in?" Erica twisted her wrists.The guard took a step back, grabbed his walkie-talkie, and spoke into it.In an instant, the alarms went off, and a group of highly trained bodyguards rushed up.Erica laughed, "Is this what Jordan is up to? Acting like some kind of gangster boss, using top-level security like this. When Andrew was around, we never had to deal with all this.""According to Mr. Jordan Potter, Mrs. Houst
Marion returned from overseas seven days later.In those few days, rumors about his and Debra's failing marriage had reached a fever pitch.Some said Debra had become numb to the idea of marriage, spending every day with hot escorts. Others claimed that she had secretly been keeping a toy boy at home and that she had started a romantic relationship with Jordan.All kinds of topics about her flooded the internet.At noon, Debra came downstairs from the second floor, biting into a piece of bread as she looked at her phone, laughing so hard she could hardly stop."Someone calls you a homewrecker. Want to see it?" she said, handing her phone to him.It had to be said, this generation of netizens knew how to dig up dirt.Many claimed to be students from Arcane Academy, fully aware of the relationship between Debra and Jordan. They uncovered old photos from two years ago when the two often hung out together and even that famous picture of Debra coming out of a nightclub, wearing Jorda
Before Marion could even leave the airport, a figure darted over and threw a punch right into his face.Marion could've dodged, but when he saw who it was, he didn't even try.Jordan pointed a finger at his nose. "Is this how you take care of Debra? You piece of crap!"He threw another punch, and Marion staggered back.The people around them stared in shock, mouths hanging open. Even the security guards stood frozen, unsure of what drama was unfolding in front of them.One party was a lovestruck man, and the other was a still-married husband. The confrontation between them was melodramatic.Just as Jordan was about to throw a third punch, Marion grabbed him. "I let you off this time, but that doesn't mean I'll keep doing it. Get lost."Jordan, unable to free his hand, yelled, "Debra doesn't want to see you, and I won't let you harass her."His voice was loud enough for everyone around to hear. His eyes were red with rage.Marion ignored the threat and turned to leave.Jordan
Marion arrived 30 minutes later.It would normally take at least 40 minutes to drive from the airport to the Potter Mansion, so Marion must have been speeding, running red lights, drifting, and overtaking cars to get there sooner.The alarm went off sharply.Drake quietly put on noise-canceling headphones, knowing Marion's style well.If he couldn't get in, he'd just force his way through. But this time, he had to play by the rules, not wanting to upset Debra.Marion hadn't broken in, but he had probably poked at the alarm.The security guards rushed to the front gate, freezing at what they saw.Marion was standing alone outside the iron gate, holding a gun. It looked like he had just shot out one of the alarms, setting off the whole system."Mr. Houston, what's the meaning of this?" The leader of the security team stepped forward to negotiate with him.They stood on opposite sides of the gate, the situation tense."I'm here to see Debra. Open the gate.""Mr. Houston, it's n
"No biggie. I'm just that sharp," Randy grinned."Don't flatter yourself." Erica smacked his arm, turning to Debra. "If that's the play, we'll set up around the valley early.""We scoped it out last time. Here's the terrain map Marion roughed out. Memorize the basics, just in case," Debra said.Jordan spoke up. "I'll plant people inside to learn the lay. If things go down, we'll back each other up."He paused, frowning. "But we've only got one path. Without the full picture, it's still risky.""Got it here," a voice called from the door.Everyone turned to see Theda walking in with Robert. A map was in her hand."It's you guys." Debra was surprised.Theda had been busy with her business. She barely had time to breathe, not to mention show up there."This mess is huge. If the Illuminati takes Seamar City, my business is done," Theda said.She'd seen Jeffery's crazy side. The Illuminati couldn't be anything good.She unrolled the map and stuck it on the board. "This is the val
Liza eased up, knowing Debra was always faithful.She would help if she said so."Is the Illuminati really that bad?" Liza asked, having never seen Fermin cornered like that."Yeah," Debra said flat-out.Liza fought back her tears. "I'm not as smart as you guys, but if I can help...""You've done plenty," Debra said, patting her head.The once-bratty lady had grown into someone brave and kind. They'd all seen her change.But this was too risky. They couldn't bet on her life."Everything's set," Marion said, striding in with Jordan.Liza blinked at their suits. They looked solemn, as if ready for a last stand.Debra nodded. "Alright, let's go over everyone's setup and run through the plan."Randy wheeled in a blackboard that showed the outskirts map.The Four Great Families had owned Seamar City for ages. Their eyes and ears were on every corner.They'd linked up north, south, east, and west, with Juan's lines tied in.According to intel, the Illuminati hadn't sunk deep ro
"Just listen to me and go," Fermin said, pulling his hand free.The next thing she knew, he yanked her toward the emergency exit."Fermin!" she yelped.The restaurant staff, loyal to Fermin, hustled her into the stairwell. By the time the guards outside caught on, she was gone."Get her," the guards barked.If Liza slipped away, Michael would have their heads. But before they could chase, Fermin's crew boxed them in."You know what this means?" one guard spat, dropping all politeness.They knew he was just a puppet. If he broke free, Bert's life would be done."Kill them," Fermin ordered, turning back to the restaurant.A waiter dropped a tray, the crash drowning out muffled screams from the stairwell.Liza was already in a cab. She tried to turn back, but a staffer blocked her. "Miss, you can't go anywhere but Seamar City. The Potter Mansion is your safest bet. Think of what Mr. Eaton's doing for you."Her stay overseas made her a hostage. While she was here, Fermin was lea
The driver hesitated but complied. "Sure, Mr. Eaton. How long do you plan to stay? There's a meeting this afternoon.""An hour," Fermin replied.From their conversation, Liza caught on that their family was under the Illuminati's thumb. The driver would not grill Fermin about his schedule otherwise."Who're you to butt in? He'll hang out with me for as long as he wants," she snapped.The driver bit back his gripes. "My bad. Sorry."Liza clung to Fermin's arm, heart pounding. She had been pampered her whole life, and her family had always been untouchable. She never imagined they'd be under someone else's boot.The car stopped by the mall. Liza and Fermin got out.When the guards tried to follow, she whirled. "My brother and I are going shopping. What're you tagging along for?""Protecting you and Mr. Eaton," one said.She opened her mouth to argue, but Fermin cut in. "They can carry bags for you."She hesitated. With these guards tagging along, they couldn't talk about the si
"Dad." Liza rushed to the bed, grabbing Bert's hand.In her mind, Bert was a stern old grump. He was always tough and sharp.But now, the illness had taken a toll on him. He had shrunk, and his hair had gone gray overnight.Fermin stood behind her, watching with pain.In fact, Bert had been ill for a while now. He had been grooming Fermin for years.But once he'd caught wind of Fermin's plans, Bert would rather kill him and trash their legacy than let him join the Illuminati.Fermin knew this day was coming. Liza didn't. Bert never wanted her to.She froze, feeling like his hand had twitched. She stopped crying and spun to Fermin."Did you see it? Dad moved..." she exclaimed.Fermin clapped a hand over her mouth, a move that confused her.He shook his head, warning her off. She nodded fast, signaling she'd keep quiet.Fermin checked the door and eased his hand off. "Dad's fine. Let's head home, alright?"Liza glanced at Bert with reluctance but wiped her tears. "Okay.""Co
Drake's mouth hung open, but no words came out."I swapped the drug for saline," Juan said. "You're on your own tonight. You've only had one dose, so there might still be a chance. If you don't wanna die here, suck it up. Don't let Kale die for nothing."Juan dropped that and left the room.Drake slumped on the bed. Old memories came flooding back, from their first meeting to their camaraderie. They had been through thick and thin together.If it hadn't been for him, Kale wouldn't have been dead....In the hospital, Liza kept watch outside the ICU where Bert lay.Two black-suited guards blocked the door. Even after surgery, they wouldn't let her in."When can I see him?" she asked, clenching her fists.The guards stood like statues, ignoring her."That's my dad," she shouted, pounding their chests. "I need to be with him. Move. Get out of my way.""Stop it." Fermin strode up, grabbing her swinging fist. "You're an Eaton. Act like it."He turned and slapped a guard hard. "Y
Juan arrived at a villa on Seamar City's outskirts. It was where Drake was locked up.It was pitch black in the room, with only a bed. The windows were nailed shut.The moment Drake handed over the stone, he'd guessed his fate. The Illuminati had rules for traitors: the blessing ritual.But that "blessing" was just injecting their latest drug into turncoats. They would be used as free guinea pigs. Death was the best outcome. Surviving meant real torture.It didn't hurt. Rather, it felt like heaven. That was why they called it a blessing."When did they shoot you up with that stuff?" Juan asked.Drake leaned back on the bed, nonchalant. "I gave them the stone. It doesn't matter to you. Just give me the drug."By night, he was a mess.The stuff could ease the pain for an hour. Then hell would kick in. Once the cravings hit, it felt like ants gnawing his bones.The pain wired into his nerves. At its worst, he'd bash the wall, tempted to bite his tongue off.He couldn't leave wit
To the bishop, Debra and her crew were small fry.A hundred years ago, the Four Great Families might've been untouchable. But now? Their roots were shaky.The Illuminati, on the other hand, had grown unstoppable.For the stone, he'd see them and let them feel the Illuminati's might. It was something callows like them couldn't touch."Tell them I pick the time and place," he said. "Get the stone ready. If it's fake, they'll get the harshest punishment from God.""Yes, Master," Michael replied, turning to leave.Lara stood up to protest, "I'm against this. We should take the chance to wipe them out and take their assets."In her mind, the four families were nothing. When they could snatch what they wanted, there was no need for deals or games."God spares all," the bishop muttered. "I'll give them a shot to live. If they bow, why kill them?"Lara fell silent, but Frederic stepped out of the shadows. He asked, "What about the stone Drake gave us?""Only one of the two stones is
Night settled in deep.Debra and the crew were still waiting for Michael's reply."Still nothing? They don't buy it, do they?" Erica paced, antsy."Give it time. They'll bite," Debra said, clutching her phone.She had promised Kale she would bring Drake back. No breaking that.A text finally pinged her phone. It was Michael.Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Like Debra said, the Illuminati couldn't rule out her having the real stone.If theirs was fake, Michael and his crew couldn't afford the fallout."Marion, it's on you now," Debra said.The Houston family had military muscle on tap. The Potter family owned elite guards and intel. Erica and Randy were solid backups.But this meeting? Debra had to go herself."Does it have to be now? Maybe wait till you're healed?" Erica said.Debra shook her head. "Drake is at risk every day he's with them. I can't take that chance. Just like they can't risk us holding the stone.""She's right," Randy jumped in. "Drag this out, and who