Marion picked up the recorder, glanced at it, and then placed it on the nearby table.Lexie quickly added, "I swear, I'm telling the truth. They forced me into this. If you let me go, I promise I won't say a word to anyone.""Secrets are safe with the dead," Marion said, unconvinced.Lexie fell into despair, but he added, "But I'll give you a chance to live.""I'll do anything.""Come here."Once she reached his side and before she could react, Marion injected a syringe into her arm.Lexie freaked out. "Please, spare me."The locals all knew what that was. It was Marion's secret weapon to rule. He never used it on his people, only on objectors.The drug would cause excruciating pain if not administered regularly. Lexie never imagined he would use it against a young woman like her."I don't like betrayals," Marion said. "This is the only way I can be sure.""I'm not with them. You gotta believe me," she pleaded. "I was only after money and never meant to cause you trouble."
"Y-Yes." Lexie nodded vigorously, looking up at him. "But what if Mrs. Houston finds out about this?"She knew why Grover wanted these photos. By the next morning, they would be all over the trending news.Given how devoted Marion was to Debra, there was no way he'd let her see something like that."That doesn't concern you. Just focus on your task," he said."I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn. It won't happen again," she said, bowing her head.Marion stood up from the couch and stepped toward her. Without a word, he snatched the phone from her hand and took a photo.Lexie's heart lurched with the click.An hour later, she stumbled out of the hotel room, disheveled.The Trennery family's people had been waiting outside. Grover leaned out of the car window."Success?" he asked.She nodded fearfully, but he pressed, "So easy? You sure there's no trick here?"Lexie quickly explained, "He was drunk and took my recorder. Then..."She shyly lowered her head. Grover's expression shif
At the villa, Liza stared in disbelief at the breaking news headline. The photo showed Marion with another woman in a hotel room."The maid said you didn't eat your breakfast. What's wrong?" Fermin asked, walking in with a tray of food.Liza rushed to him, pointing at her phone. "Is this true? Or is someone framing Marion?"She had seen Marion and Debra's love firsthand.For the past two days, Fermin had claimed the internet was down, so Liza hadn't been online.She knew something was off. When she finally checked her phone, all the notifications were about Debra and Marion's marital crisis."Well, men are the most unreliable creatures." Fermin shrugged. "It's just a love affair.""But this is Marion," Liza insisted. "Every man in the world might, but not him."She believed in Marion's love for Debra and trusted Debra's judgment."And what's alexithymia? I've never heard of it," she pressed.Fermin sighed, patting her head. "If you're so worried about Debra, how about I let y
Liza quickly waved her hands. "Don't worry. I won't linger."She knew how terrible Orkgate was. She had been there once and had no interest in going back."Go on." Fermin signaled to someone at the door, and a suitcase was wheeled in.Liza blinked. "You packed my bags for me?""Orkgate isn't my territory, but no one there would dare harm you. Still, it's best to bring your things," Fermin replied, placing a delicate butterfly necklace around her neck. "You liked the jewelry from that designer, didn't you? This one was custom-made for you. Consider it a lucky charm. Don't lose it, or I'll be upset."Liza looked down at the necklace and beamed, "How did you know butterflies are my favorite? Thank you. I'll wear it all the time."She could hardly wait to get on a plane and check on Debra....In Orkgate, Debra hadn't left the Lowe Mansion all day.She lay in bed when she was tired and ordered takeout when she was hungry.By evening, there was a rapid knock on the door. She went
The bodyguard looked troubled. His orders from Fermin were clear. He couldn't leave Liza's side."He's just doing his job," Debra said.Before Liza could respond, she continued, "But having him stay in the house with us isn't convenient. How about he stays in the greenhouse outside? You won't leave without telling him anyway."The bodyguard hesitated."You heard the lady," Liza chimed in. "Stop hovering around. If you piss me off, Fermin will break your legs."The bodyguard had no choice but to nod. "Yes, Miss."It was winter in Orkgate, and though the snow outside wasn't heavy, it was still cold. The greenhouse had heat, making it warmer than the house, but there was no bed, only chairs. It was going to be a rough night for him.Once the bodyguard was gone, Liza asked nervously, "Did Marion really betray you?""I don't know," Debra replied. "Maybe. If he can lie to me, what else isn't he capable of?""Are you going to divorce him?" Liza pressed.She had thought they were jus
"Something happened at the company?" Debra asked."It's Michael," Ben replied. "He got attacked yesterday, and someone anonymously reported him for illegal transactions. The police detained him, and it's turning into a huge mess. We just got word, and the media is about to run wild with it. If this blows up, it'll be a massive hit for us. And if Michael gets into trouble, we could be facing a sky-high breach-of-contract penalty."Debra frowned. "Why are you just finding out about this today?""The news didn't reach us in time. Apparently, Michael was attacked last night, and right after that, the police took him in." Ben paused and added, "The main issue is that, with everything going on between you and Mr. Houston, the PR team has been working non-stop to contain the damage. That's slowed down our intelligence networks.""I'll figure something out.""We need to move fast. If this keeps snowballing, it's only going to get harder to control.""How long can you keep a lid on the me
In the police station, the bright beam of a flashlight danced in front of Michael's eyes.It was late at night, and his once-white shirt was now dirty and stained with dried blood. He looked disheveled, with visible cuts and bruises."Bring him out for more questioning," one officer said."He hasn't slept in over a day. What if something happens to him? He's a public figure," another officer replied."We're just following orders. Bring him out," the first officer insisted.Michael listened silently. He had been in custody for a day, his wounds untreated and now infected. He had a high fever, but that wasn't his biggest concern. He worried about the trouble his arrest would cause for Debra, especially at this critical time for the McKinney Group.As the officers opened the door, he mustered his strength and spoke weakly. "I don't feel well. I need to go to the hospital."The officers heard him but didn't act. Their task was to interrogate Michael through the night. If they didn't
"Mr. Eaton Sr., your godson..." the captain faltered."He was attacked last night," Bert interrupted. "Instead of helping, you arrested him. What are you up to, huh?"The captain froze. "Michael Austin is your godson?""My son is ungrateful," Bert snorted. "Can't I take in a godson?"The captain fidgeted. "I'm so sorry. We didn't know your relationship. Otherwise, we wouldn't have made such a stupid mistake. Please, rest assured. As long as we confirm he wasn't involved in anything illegal, we'll release him right away."He sounded righteous, but it was clear he had no intention of letting Michael go anytime soon.Just then, an officer rushed outside, unaware of the situation. He went straight to the captain and reported, "Sir, Michael passed out. Should we take him to the hospital?"The air was instantly charged with tension. Bert gazed at the captain without saying a word, but the latter immediately felt the pressure.Sweat dripped down his back. He shot a glare at the office
Everyone nodded at Marion's call. They split tasks fast.Randy drove Erica toward the Osborne Mansion, speeding through the dark.When they parked, he didn't budge from the driver's seat."Don't stress. I'm here with you," Erica said, squeezing his hand.She knew what ate at him. If Enoch was really the Illuminati's head, it would spark a war. His relationship with Enoch would be unmendable."I never saw this coming," Randy said, his face shadowed with a rare gloom.He had always known Enoch didn't care about him, Yvette, or their family.In fact, he had never known much about Enoch. Without Theda's hunch today, he'd never have linked Enoch to the Illuminati."If Enoch is tied to them, what will you do?" Erica asked, watching him closely.She knew that blood was thicker than water."I don't know." Randy shook his head.Being the heir to the Osborne family never mattered to him, but he could not deny his bloodline.If it came to picking sides, he didn't know if he'd back Mar
His teacher had been worried about that.Randy had racked his brain, wondering what a dad should be like. He'd wanted to roughhouse like other kids, only to receive cold stares.His mother always brushed it off, telling him not to chase fatherly love."Randy?" Erica's voice yanked him back."Huh?" He blinked, seeing everyone's concerned stares."I called you a dozen times. Why were you zoning out?" Erica frowned.Randy grinned weakly. "Well, Theda's got a point. Now I'm kind of suspecting him too.""She left a minute ago," Erica pointed out, squinting at him."I'm not covering for my dad," Randy said. "She made sense. Maybe I'll swing at home. If he's the Illuminati's head, he will be in the valley.""You were absent-minded while we hashed out the plan. Now you're playing seriously?" Erica teased. "We're not pointing fingers at your dad, just saying Theda's theory holds water. If you want to check, I'll go with you. We'll watch each other's backs."She didn't say it out loud,
Theda added, "When Jeffery ditched the Nichols family, even with his smarts, he couldn't build up enough money and power to challenge the four families that fast. Someone had his back. He once told me not to judge a book by its cover. You never know who's laughing last."Her cryptic words left them puzzled.Debra asked, "So, who do you suspect?""I'd say Enoch Osborne," Theda replied.The name dropped like a bomb. Everyone froze and then swung their eyes to Randy.Randy gaped. "My dad? No way. He's a stiff old fart, decent at business but the weakest of the four families. Calling him lazy is generous. He's a stubborn rock. How could he be the head of the Illuminati?""Don't sell your old man short," Theda said. "The last generation of the four families got hit hard. But your family? Only your mother lost it. Your father has played it safe, staying low-key and outlasting them all. I bet he's the one Jeffery meant."She shrugged. "Could be wrong. But if it's him, you're in deeper
It wasn't that Debra's crew was weak, but the Illuminati was too strong.The room fell silent.Theda continued, "Everyone here is riding your call. You know what happens when you throw pebbles at a tank, right?""I'm not backing off. We've got our reasons," Debra replied."I'm not here to talk you out of it," Theda said. "I'm saying if you need me, I'm in."Everyone blinked, caught off guard. She smiled, "What? Surprised I'd join? Or wondering why? Forget Robert's ties to you. You've already done me solids in Seamar City. I can't pay you back much, but I can pitch in here.""How do you plan to help?" Erica asked."Inside job. Boosts our odds," Theda replied. "I worked with Jeffery before. Being a Buchan, he cut me slack. With his Illuminati ties, they might trust me too. Need a message slipped in or intel dug out? I've got you.""You don't have to..." Debra started."No convincing me otherwise," Theda cut in. "It's not just for you. Juan's blood to me. Call it a favor he owes.
"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