Kai scrambled to get to Drake's feet, groveling as he spoke. "Mr. Lowe, I just drank too much. I'd never dare cause trouble in front of you. I'm so sorry."He punctuated his words by slapping himself across the face.Drake seemed entertained, but Peter said, "Sir, this guy has been a regular here. He's one of our VIP members. Maybe we should...""Drag him out," Drake interrupted. "Give him ten beautiful women as compensation."Everyone in the room froze for a moment, clearly surprised by this. Debra frowned, thinking this seemed more like a reward than a punishment. Even Kai looked stunned. He hadn't expected to be handed such a golden opportunity. He thought about all the money he'd poured into the Lowe Group, becoming a top-tier member, and felt like this was his rightful treatment.But just as Kai was about to offer his thanks, Drake's cold voice cut through the air again."That new batch of medicine we received? Give it all to him. He can leave once he's finished every last
But to everyone's surprise, Drake didn't seem offended. Instead, he chuckled softly, his lips curling into a sly smile as he continued to advance toward Debra."Did Andrew not warn you? Once you're here, I'm the king. Everyone answers to me. And that includes you."His casual, predatory tone made the hairs on Debra's neck stand up.Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from across the room, drawing everyone's attention. A maid had accidentally bumped into Edgar, causing the wine bottle she was holding to shatter on the floor.Edgar snapped, "Can you not do your job right?""I'm so sorry, sir," the maid apologized profusely.The distraction gave Debra the perfect opportunity. She quickly put some distance between herself and Drake."Mr. Lowe, you're right. I should learn the rules around here. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave. Have a good evening."She quickly turned on her heel, heading for the exit before Drake could stop her. "Mr. Lowe, should we bring her back?" Peter asked
Even though Debra didn't like Edgar, she took his advice to heart.It was clear that Edgar had been entangled with the Lowe family for years, but he had managed to keep it under wraps so well that even Andrew hadn't uncovered the connection.Debra meticulously noted every business tycoon attending that banquet. Some were familiar faces, others were on the rich list, but everyone present was either wealthy or influential. The Lowe family had ties with so many powerful people, which explained why they had remained untouchable for so long.As Debra was deeply focused on memorizing each attendee, she suddenly bumped into someone's chest. Startled, she stepped back and looked up to see who it was. Despite the mask, she recognized Jordan instantly.Debra froze, and so did Jordan for a moment. Quickly regaining his composure, Jordan pretended not to know her and murmured, "I'm sorry."He then walked past her without another glance. Debra watched his retreating figure. He was dressed in a
Those who worked for Drake knew his temper. Outsiders might be oblivious, but his employees were all too familiar with it. If things didn't go as planned, they could kiss their jobs goodbye."What now? We have to figure something out," Peter said.As long as the banquet wasn't over, there was still hope."I can't drink anymore."A woman's crying caught Debra's attention. She looked toward the source of the sound and saw Ashley surrounded by two middle-aged men. Their hands were anything but respectful.Ashley had already been forced to drink several glasses of wine, and one of the men had deliberately spilled more on her chest.Her pink dress was already soaked through, making her discomfort painfully obvious. Even worse, her mask had been maliciously removed.Ashley was crying hysterically. She'd thought this was a golden opportunity for actresses like her to rise, but now she realized it was nothing more than a playground for rich businessmen.Catching sight of Debra, Ashley
Ashley bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper. "I got it through a director."Debra raised an eyebrow. "You're still a trainee at Potter Entertainment, and you went behind their back to meet a director? You're breaking your contract.""I didn't have a choice. I just want to make it. I want to debut so badly. The director told me this banquet was my chance. He even gave me his card and said he'd recommended me. But I swear, I didn't know this was what it was about."Ashley had never seen anything like this before. She had no idea that this so-called "opportunity" was nothing more than a hunting ground for businessmen to indulge their desires."Which director?""It's the one from the program we were working on. He said he saw potential in me and gave me his contact info. I was desperate.""And you fell for that? Let me guess. He told you to come here with a business card, but he didn't bother to show up himself, did he? Think about it. If this event is such a big deal, wouldn't he
Drake rushed over and ripped off the woman's mask, revealing a face he didn't recognize. The voice was different, and the features didn't match.Ashley, her face flushed, lunged forward to grab Drake's collar. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he let out a growl, "Get out!"Peter, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room. He saw Ashley sprawled on the bed. Her consciousness was hazy."Sir...""Open your damn eyes and look carefully. What have you brought me?"Peter was bewildered. He had never seen Debra's face and had no idea if the woman before him was the right one."I oversaw this. There's no way I could be wrong."Peter scrutinized Ashley's features more closely. He suddenly recognized her as the woman who had been drinking with Debra. His expression turned grim."That woman tricked us."He had approached Ashley, asking her to deliver a drink to Debra in exchange for a generous reward. He hadn't expected Ashley to be so easily manipulated, ending up in Drake's bed ins
Even now, the image of those two men trapping that woman between them still haunted Debra's mind.Marion immediately barked, "Head to the hospital.""Got it." Randy understood the urgency.In places like that, it was all too easy to pick up diseases.Debra shook her head. "No need for trouble. Let's just go home. I didn't use their restroom, and I didn't eat anything there."Erica advised her, "Better safe than sorry. Marion's just worried about you."Randy, hands gripping the wheel, cursed under his breath, "Those bastards!"He knew their business dabbled in dirty stuff like drugs and gambling, but to think they'd run some sick membership system for this filth, selling women out in the open like that at a party, it was almost sickening.That explained why they didn't allow male guests to bring their wives. Even female guests from outside the entertainment circle need to be pre-approved. Only those with enough status could attend.Once at the hospital, Debra got a thorough che
Marion rubbed his temples, exhaustion pressing down on him.In the main hall, Debra was seated, photos and profiles of various people spreading out in front of her. She was trying to remember the faces she'd seen that night.Although many of the guests had been masked, they weren't strangers. Most of them were well-known figures in Seamar City, and Debra had made a point to study the local business elite before the event. As she looked over the images, she filtered through her memories, recognizing more than a few."Yes.""Yes.""No."...She methodically picked out each person. Erica, standing nearby, couldn't help but marvel, "Your memory is insane, Debra. I can't believe you remember all these people."Andrew, watching from his wheelchair, commented with a casual air, "Well, she got her master's degree at seventeen."The Frazier family's academic pedigree ran deep, and it showed in the next generation.Debra managed to identify 53 people before she started to grow weary. H
"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