The smile on Melody's face faded as she looked at Juan and Debra. "If you two want to go out on a date, go ahead, but you must be back by tonight. It's not right to spend the whole day out.""Understood," Juan replied, his appetite suddenly vanishing. He stood up from the table and turned to Debra. "Go change your clothes. I'll wait outside.""Okay," Debra agreed, casting a glance at Hester as she rose from her seat.Hester's gaze followed Juan, her eyes filled with an affection that spoke volumes.Debra quickly changed her clothes upstairs. When she came back down, Hester looked even more despondent than before.Outside, Juan was already in the driver's seat of his car, having prepared a seat cushion for Debra."Get in."Debra slid into the passenger seat. Juan didn't start the engine right away. Instead, he remained silent for a moment."Grandma is just worried you might not care about me.""I know."Not naïve, she understood the dynamics at play. The Vargas family was just
Debra froze, confused by his actions.As Juan leaned in, she quickly turned her head away.Juan stiffened before finally pulling back and releasing her."Come to the company with me. I'll handle things real quick."Debra opened her mouth to refuse, but Juan pressed on. "Since you promised me you'd give me three months, let me stay with you a bit longer, okay?"She hesitated, taken aback by the humility in his voice. This was a side of Juan she had rarely seen. He was always so aloof, so distant.After a moment of silence, she pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay."A smile spread across Juan's face, and he turned the car around. Chaos reigned at the company. As he strode into the lobby, Joe rushed towards him, relief etched onto his face."Sir, you're finally here."Juan had been disoriented these past few days. Even during meetings, he couldn't focus. The company needed his decisive leadership urgently."Sir, all the board members are waiting for you in the conference room."Jo
Some board members immediately voiced their complaints."Mr. Nichols, we have important matters to discuss. Let's not bring in unrelated people.""Ms. Frazier is associated with McKinney Group. Who knows if she might leak information to them?"Debra maintained a stoic expression, her eyes scanning the room filled with the so-called old guard of Nichols Group.She hadn't expected to find herself in the middle of their arguments. If it weren't for Juan holding the reins, these stubborn old directors would probably have run the company into the ground by now."Debra is my wife, and her presence here is perfectly reasonable," Juan reasoned."Mr. Nichols, she isn't one of us and won't prioritize the company's interests. I suggest you have her leave. Otherwise, we won't be comfortable discussing sensitive matters.""I've transferred 20% of the company's shares to her. Now, she's part of Nichols Group, holding more shares than any of you. Does that still matter?"Joe was shocked. "Mr.
"Okay." Debra nodded in agreement, following Joe to the adjacent lounge. "Madam, is there anything special you'd like to eat?""Just pour me a cup of tea, please.""Of course."Joe moved to the tea set. Debra sat down on the sofa and asked, "How has Juan been at the company lately?""Mr. Nichols? Lately, he's been distracted and drinking more than usual. Today is the most normal he's been in a while. It's all thanks to you, Madam.""He's been drinking?""Don't you know? The last time Mr. Nichols went to McKinney Group, he was drunk. He's been drinking too much these days. I'm really worried about him.""Why did he suddenly go to McKinney Group? Do you know?""Um... not really."Debra could tell he was hiding something. She lowered her gaze thoughtfully.Joe must know something, but knowing and telling were different. After all, her status was dubious. Even the board members thought so, let alone others."I see. Well, you can go now. I'll handle him. I'd like to rest a bi
Just as Debra hesitated, the door to the lounge swung open abruptly.Joe stepped in, balancing a silver platter with several slices of cheesecake arranged elegantly on top.Debra, with the phone still pressed to her ear, hurriedly wrapped up her conversation. "I have some matters to attend to here. Let's reconnect tonight.""Understood, Ms. Frazier."The call ended.Joe approached the table and placed the platter in front of Debra. "Mr. Nichols asked me to bring you this, saying it's your favorite."Debra cast a glance at the cheesecake. She used to love it. She wondered how Juan knew. He had never shown much interest in her preferences before."Thank you, Joe. I'll rest here for a bit. Please let me know when he is done.""Of course, madam."Joe exited the room.Debra stared at the cheesecake, her mind whirring. 'What game is Juan playing?' she thought.She didn't believe he was helpless against the McKinney Group, and his actions today were uncharacteristically strange.
Debra strode out of the lounge. Joe came in and advised, "Sir, even if you want to compensate Mrs. Nichols, there must be a better way. If you transfer these shares to her, your rights..."The power dynamics of a company were intrinsically linked to its stakeholders.With twenty percent of the shares now in Debra's hands, the future of Nichols Group could be at stake if they ever had a falling out.Juan watched Debra leave, his eyes darkening with a mix of resolve and apprehension. "It's alright, Joe. This is just a gamble I'm willing to take."Debra wasted no time in returning to Frazier Entertainment. She needed to ensure her newfound leverage was airtight.She handed the contract to Ben, who looked puzzled. "Ms. Frazier, what's this?""Take it to the Legal Department. I want it scrutinized for any loopholes.""Will do."As Ben prepared to leave, Debra stopped him. "Wait.""Anything else?""Help me investigate Shelia's background," she said. "Focus on her middle and high sc
Debra found Michael's thought process inscrutable, but she decided to play along.By evening, she had booked a lavish restaurant, securing a private room to accommodate Michael's public status.She found herself seated in the passenger seat of his sports car, the thrill of the ride coursing through her veins.It was unexpected that Michael, who maintained a daily facade of depth and mystery, was revealing a mischievous side that relished such exhilarating activities."Princess, please step out," Michael announced, opening the car door with a flourish.Debra had dressed casually without any makeup on. She even donned a mask to suit Michael's status.In contrast, Michael seemed relaxed, strolling about and showing no sign of wanting to conceal his identity."Michael, you're a popular celebrity now," Debra remarked. "Walking around like this, you're bound to be recognized. Tomorrow's headline might be 'Michael dines with a mysterious woman'."Michael chuckled. "Creating some news.
"What's the story behind the private school?" Debra asked, her voice laced with suspicion.Michael shook his head. "I can't say for certain, but Shelia wasn't a student at some prestigious private school. Anyone attending Beaconridge High comes from a modest family background. From what I recall, her mother was addicted to gambling, leaving them in a tough financial situation. Our homeroom teacher once pressured her about tuition fees. Although Shelia insisted she could raise the money, she ended up dropping out."Debra's brows furrowed as she listened intently.'So, Shelia isn't an orphan after all," she thought."I know that the private school only accepts girls from orphanages," she said. "Every year, the Nichols Group and other enterprises sponsor one or two girls from there."She remembered how, in her past life, the Nichols Group had sponsored many students, but Shelia was an exception. It all began when Juan caught Shelia feeding stray cats during a sponsorship meeting.In
"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