"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
Fermin strode into the police station.The officers trailed behind him, barely daring to breathe freely. They feared that any slight displeasure from Fermin could mean trouble for them."Mr. Eaton, my apologies for the inconvenience. My subordinates didn't handle things properly," the police chief said, offering Fermin a hot tea and a chair."Your people didn't do their job right," Fermin scoffed."I-I'll make sure to discipline them thoroughly," the chief stammered, shifting under his gaze."No need," Fermin replied calmly. "I've already taken care of it."The police chief looked up sharply. "Taken care of it?"Everyone in the station knew the captain was the chief's nephew.The atmosphere turned ice-cold."Those who don't follow orders or are useless have no place here, right?" Fermin hinted. "I want all of Marion's overseas assets within ten days. If you can't do it, you can step down."The police chief broke into a cold sweat. By the time he gathered his thoughts, Fermin
"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
"What're you looking at?" Lara asked, stepping out and spotting Michael by the window."Debra says the stone Drake gave us is fake," he replied."What? No way." Drake shot up from his seat."Are you messing with us?" Lara's sharp gaze landed on him."No. Debra's talking nonsense," Drake insisted."We'll see," Michael said, unruffled.Debra was offering the stone on the condition of meeting with their leader. It fit her style."She thinks she can just waltz in and see our master?" Lara sneered."The stone's a big deal to him. I bet he'll agree," Michael replied, shutting his phone."Don't tell me you're sweet on Debra," she hissed. "You keep letting her off. Don't wanna kill her, huh?""Unlike you, I don't get off on killing," he countered. "If she's not in my way, why bother? You're out there slaughtering, just making enemies for the Illuminati. You're venting rather than serving.""You don't get it. I'm building fear for the Illuminati," she justified herself. "They need to
Oscar set down the receiver and threw his hands up. "I'm not resisting. Don't spook my staff," he said.Chace tried to step in, but Oscar's look stopped him.This incident was major. Almost half of Flesta's people had fallen victim.Everyone at the company, Chace included, got hauled in for questioning. As the head, Oscar was the main target.The line went dead, and Debra's heart sank."Those bastards," Randy cursed, "hitting us on both sides. No wonder the Illuminati has been quiet. They have been gunning for our partners.""They're smart," Debra said. "Can't take us head-on, so they go after our allies. They want everyone to see partnering with us as a dead end. If we let this slide, we're doomed eventually.""What should we do?" Erica stomped, fuming. "We just sit here and watch them pick off our friends one by one?""They're showing us what happens if we cross them. They want us to bow. The only way out is to flip the script and strike first.""Strike first? What does th
Seeing Debra's worried look, Marion said, "You should just focus on healing and leave the rest to us. We might not match the Illuminati, but they won't mess with us randomly here in Seamar City."The Four Great Families had ruled Seamar City for a century. Although the former heads had faded, the new generation was sharper and stronger. They could hold off the Illuminati's push.Debra's phone rang. It was Oscar calling."You free? I've got something to tell you," he said.Debra put it on the speaker. No one could guess the aim of his call.In Flesta, the Odom family's business was booming again. He should have been busy with work."What's up?" she asked."There's big trouble in Flesta," he replied. "We didn't want to bug you, but it's spiraling out of control. We're out of moves.""What happened?" She had a bad feeling.Oscar paused. "A new drug has popped up in Flesta. Tons of our staff got hooked, just like regular folks. The police are on it now. We checked our products and
Debra stared at the pendant.What had happened yesterday came flooding back.Kale was gone, and the fact hit her hard."It's my fault," she said in agony. "If he hadn't gone with me, he would have been alive.""Everyone makes their calls," Marion soothed her. "If there's blame, it's on the Illuminati. I was terrified, almost losing you.""I felt like you were nearby, so I wasn't afraid," she said, leaning into him. "They'll pay for hurting Drake and killing Kale. I'll make sure of it.""No matter what happens, we're in this together," he said.Exhaustion took over. She closed her eyes and drifted off.When she woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her injury kept her from moving much.Everyone gathered outside her bedroom. William came in to check on her."You're fine. Just change the dressings on time," he said, packing up his kit. "You guys can come in now."Debra adjusted her clothes and leaned against the headboard. "Sorry to trouble you.""We're in this together,"