"I'm not here to cause trouble. I just have something to say to you."Melody tried to maintain her composure, but there was already a crack in her expression."Well then. But if I catch you making a scene here again, things won't be so civil.""Are you threatening me, your grandmother-in-law?""Not really. Just don't forget that I still have your IOU. If I were to push for repayment, I doubt you could come up with that much money in such a short time."Melody was furious but found herself trapped.Debra had the upper hand, and she had no choice but to swallow her pride."I see you don't want to make this mess any bigger. So, remember what I said. Don't test my limits," Debra added, restarting the elevator.Melody was not happy, but she couldn't afford to escalate things further.Once they stepped into the office, Melody glanced at the space."Looks like your boss treats you quite well.""Get to the point," Debra said as she sat down in her chair.Melody sat across from her
Debra's smile slowly faded. "Shameless? Me? Perhaps your memory is failing you. When Juan cheated on me with Shelia, didn't you once say, 'What man doesn't fool around a little?' Why does the tune change when it's a woman in question?""Men and women aren't the same.""You sure are hard on your own gender."She knew what kind of person Melody was. She didn't want to waste any more time arguing. Her tone turned cold and distant."If you're here to talk about that, then I think we're done. I have work to do, so I won't see you out."Melody's temper flared. She slammed her hand down on the desk."I'm giving you a chance here. Don't you dare be so ungrateful.""A chance? What kind of chance?"Debra leaned back in her chair, calmly watching Melody puff herself up with righteous indignation.Melody snorted, "You know just how many women would kill to marry into the Nichols family, don't you? The only reason you're wearing the title of Mrs. Nichols? Juan favors you. But if I were t
"Just now, when Melody came by, his car was already waiting downstairs." Debra was stunned, not expecting Andrew to show up so soon."Madam?" Ben called out.Snapping out of her thoughts, Debra gave a helpless sigh and got up from her seat. "Alright, I'm heading down."Andrew's luxury car was unmistakably parked near the entrance. Debra opened the car door, assuming it was just the driver inside.To her shock, Andrew was seated there in the back. The air between them immediately thickened with awkwardness."Mr. Andrew Potter, you're here in person?" She laughed drily.From what she knew, Andrew was always swamped with work. 'What on earth made him come here at this hour?'A faint smile played on Andrew's lips. "The doctor suggested I get some fresh air. But judging by your expression, it seems you weren't expecting or wanting me to show up.""Of course not. Your personal visit really flatters me."Andrew's smile deepened. "Get in the car.""Alright," she muttered, biting ba
The car pulled up to the Potter Mansion. The driver helped Andrew out of the vehicle.Debra marveled, "You're able to get up?"As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her faux pas and tried to correct herself. "I mean...""Yes, I can get up," Andrew replied with a hint of dry humor. "It's just that walking is quite laborious."With a smooth transition, he was eased into a wheelchair. He continued, "Having these legs or not doesn't make much of a difference to me, so no need to feel awkward."Andrew's perspective was always a bit unconventional. Seeing that the butler was absent, Debra took the initiative to push his wheelchair.Once they reached the study on the second floor, she took a seat opposite Andrew, her posture reflecting a hint of nervousness.Andrew began, "Since you're entering the industry, you'll need a professional team. Potter Entertainment will provide you with the best resources. You don't need to achieve monumental success; making a profit is enough.
"He won't refuse you," Andrew said affirmatively.Debra fell silent for a moment. Then, she asked cautiously, "Aren't you worried that if Marion found out, he might turn against you?""He wouldn't dare," Andrew responded with an enigmatic smile.Debra nodded, reaching out her hand. "Alright, I'll do it. Here's to a smooth partnership."Andrew glanced at her outstretched hand, smiling slightly before gently clasping her fingers. "There's someone else coming in a bit. Want to meet him?""Who?"Just then, a familiar voice resonated from the doorway, deep and steady."It's me."She turned around, her gaze landing on Jordan.It had been a long time since she last saw him. His skin had tanned into a healthy bronze from time spent outdoors, and his once-red hair had been dyed black, cut short into a close crop.He wore a white shirt and a pair of slacks, accentuating his tall, straight frame. He looked more muscular than before. His eagle's eyes now carried a deeper intensity.A sm
As Debra carefully examined the medals, Jordan couldn't help but ask, "Are you and Marion together now?"Even though he had access to his phone each week while in the military, there were always gaps in the news he received. During Debra's time missing at sea, he had desperately wanted to return, but the military rules kept him from appearing by her side. He had to rely on Andrew for help.Now that he was back, he had learned about Debra and Juan reconciling. But seeing Debra's reaction when Marion was mentioned, he felt a pang of unease."Yes, we are," Debra admitted, patting him on the shoulder. "You're getting older, too. It's about time you found someone you like."Jordan suddenly gripped her hand and asked, "Why Marion?""Some things in this world don't have a reason. They just happen. You like who you like, and when you meet someone special, you'll understand what I mean."Jordan withdrew his hand. "If it were someone else, I might have fought him. But if it's Marion, I hav
As Jordan extended his hand, Andrew stepped forward and gently pressed it down. "Did you forget? Marion never shakes hands with anyone."Jordan glanced down at his hand, realizing that maybe he hadn't yet earned the privilege to shake hands with someone like Marion.Andrew smiled, turning to Marion. "Mr. Houston, would you do me the honor of coming upstairs? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."Marion slipped an arm around Debra's waist. "Debra's coming with me."Debra's cheeks flushed. She shot him a sharp look. "Who said I'm going with you? Whatever you two need to discuss, go ahead. I'm not getting involved."She slapped his hand away from her waist.Andrew smiled and then instructed the butler to wheel him into the elevator.Erica nudged Debra playfully. "Why don't you go with them? Those two always keep their talks so secret. Neither Randy nor I have ever gotten a word out of them. You could spill some juicy gossip to us later."But Debra had no interest in the
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.Just then, the door swung open, and Debra's voice came over."What are you two doing?"Marion immediately lowered his gun and, pretending nothing was amiss, turned to her. "Haven't seen Andrew in a while. We were just having a drink."Andrew's face held a faint smile. "My health doesn't allow for much drinking. He's had a bit, but I haven't."Debra raised an eyebrow. "And you're drinking up here instead of downstairs? Mr. Andrew Potter, Jordan's already drunk. Maybe you should check on him."She hadn't expected Jordan to have such a low tolerance, considering he'd only had three drinks before passing out."He's been off alcohol for a long time while serving in the unit. I'll go check on him," Andrew replied.As the butler came in and wheeled Andrew out, Debra's gaze landed on Marion's waist. "Show me."Marion didn't bother hiding it and handed her the gun. She studied the weapon in her hands."How does it work?""Want to learn?""
"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,"