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
The room fell silent.Debra picked up the car keys on the table and said, "I have my plans. Whether Mr. Andrew Potter is sincere or has ulterior motives, as long as it helps me reach my goal, I'll do it. From now on, I'll handle things on my own. You two stay out of it."She glanced at Marion and left without saying anything harsh.Marion immediately followed her. Randy and Erica exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the tension in the air.Randy rubbed the back of his neck, murmuring, "Uh, we should probably head out too. Mr. Andrew Potter, we'll catch up later."He quickly grabbed Erica's hand and whispered, "Come on, let's go."Andrew didn't try to stop them. Once everyone was gone, a violent cough shook his body. The butler was worried."Sir, you've been stressing all night. You should get some rest."Andrew's face was pale. He'd been suppressing his discomfort. "Not yet. Someone still hasn't shown up."The butler was taken aback, but before he could ask further, Jordan, who h
Last night, Debra caught Ashley trying to drug her drink. She confronted Ashley, laying out all the risks and consequences, but Ashley, blinded by her desire to get close to Drake, drank the spiked wine anyway.After they changed clothes in the restroom, Ashley was immediately whisked away by Peter's people.Debra had assumed Ashley got what she wanted, but now she was dead.A chill ran down Debra's spine. If she had been the one taken to Drake's room last night, she might have met the same fate."Madam?" Ben pushed the door open and, noticing her pale expression, asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?""No, it's nothing," Debra replied, rubbing her temples and closing the news tab."Mr. Houston has been waiting downstairs for a while now. Should I let him up?""Are you his employee or mine? Why are you speaking up for him?""It's just that he's been down there for a while, and a lot of our employees have noticed.""So? It's not the first time he's come by.""He brought a car
"I was just afraid of losing you," Marion said, his voice filled with a rare sincerity.Usually, he was the epitome of rebellion and nonchalance, making it hard for others to read him. But moments like these, when he was earnest, were few and far between.Debra pinched his nose. "I'll take care of myself. And even if I can't, I know you'll be there to protect me, right?"Her words finally brought a smile to Marion's face. He feared nothing except the thought of Debra getting hurt."About those flowers...""I'll take them. Could you have them sent to my apartment, please?"She handed Marion her apartment key. "Make sure to fill the place with them.""Of course," Marion replied, holding the key tightly.Meanwhile, the Nichols family had received some news. Melody looked at the photos in her hand, her anger boiling over as she slammed them onto the table.One photo showed a man pulling a car full of flowers to the entrance of the McKinney Group, and another showed a man waiting o
"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,"