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?""
Marion was teaching Debra with utmost seriousness. He stood behind her, grasping her hands firmly."Focus on your target," he said, "and keep your hands steady."Debra stared at the bullseye in the distance, trying to steady her breath. Under Marion's guidance, she fired her first shot.The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, startling Randy, who was about to enter with tea."Oh my goodness, you're already shooting."The recoil from the handgun made Debra's hands go numb. Marion massaged her wrists gently."This is normal," he reassured her. "You'll get used to it with practice.""Wow. Bullseye. Who shot that?" Randy looked at Marion. "Did you give Debra some special treatment?""She has excellent physical conditioning," Marion replied. "She doesn't need any special treatment."Debra knew her physical condition was top-notch. Ever since her rebirth, she had been jogging every morning to keep herself fit. Adding to that, her previous training as a trainee had honed he
"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