"No, it doesn't," the cameraman stammered, conflicted as he glanced at the lens.What none of them realized was that the camera had already switched over, and their conversation had been broadcast live to the whole audience.[Report: we have a couple not trying hard enough in this competition.][LOL, everyone else is playing seriously, and then there's the Debra-Juan duo trying to bend the rules.][Why am I finding Juan so attractive right now? Like, who cares about winning? His girl comes first.]...Debra could barely manage a smile now. She could imagine what kind of storm was brewing online because of their exchange. She just hoped Marion wouldn't see this.As time ticked by, the weather began to change.Debra glanced at the sky. "Is it about to rain?""Looks like it," Juan replied as he dug into his backpack, pulling out a simple raincoat, prepared in advance by the production team."Put this on," he said, handing it to Debra."Wait, what about you?" she asked, noticing
"Sir, what are we gonna do now?""What can we do? This was Mr. Andrew Potter's arrangement. I don't have much of a choice.""Why did he ask for something like this? Isn't he just putting pressure on us?""Maybe he's trying to create some buzz for the show."The director mulled over it, but something felt off.Sure, the show was getting more popular, and the viewership kept climbing. At the same time, he felt like Andrew's move was more about boosting Debra's popularity.The show itself had attracted quite a bit of controversy, but the comments praising Debra had increased significantly.Just two days ago, she had been roasted online, and today, the narrative had completely flipped. The power of money was something else.Thunder rumbled overhead.Debra halted her steps and looked back at Juan. "Let's head back."It had already been three hours of hiking. The rain didn't look promising, and if it turned into a downpour, they'd be in serious trouble in a place like this."There
The cameraman scrambled off in a panic, leaving Debra and Juan hiding behind the trees.Juan was about to chase after him, but Debra stopped him, her hand gripping his tightly."Don't. They aren't after him. If he stays with us, he'll be in even more danger."Juan's brows knitted together. "What's going on? Are you hiding something from me?""This isn't the time for explanations. We have to move." Debra grabbed his arm and pulled him deeper into the forest.Whoever was targeting them had spotted them. They needed to find a place to hide fast."What's going on?"Juan's question echoed behind her. Debra was wondering about the same thing. So far, she couldn't identify these people.They might be sent by Edgar, Drake, Shelia, or Melody.Debra's mind raced, weighing all the possibilities. Judging by how their attackers moved, they looked like professionals. That pointed to Edgar or Drake.But then again, this was Seamar City. There were plenty of people who wanted Juan dead."Th
The area, though undeveloped, was surrounded by the sea on all sides. They were likely approaching the edge of the island.Juan already heard the waves crashing against the rocks."We can't keep going this way," Debra said, anxiety clear in her voice. "We're getting farther away from the production team."But Juan was more concerned with something else. He bent down to touch her ankle.Debra flinched. "What are you doing?""Let me check your ankle.""There's no need.""We don't have much time to rest. If those killers catch up with us and I don't know the shape you're in, we're both screwed."Debra fell silent, seeing the truth in his words. Juan went on to remove her shoe. Her ankle was swollen and red, needing immediate attention.He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a bottle of ointment."That's not from the show's supplies, is it?""I brought it myself.""You were expecting this?""I'm not as unprepared as you are."Juan squeezed someone ointment onto his palm.
Juan leaned in. "Who did you go to see 'Absurd World' with?"Debra's heart pounded. "You're still clinging to that? I went with Erica. Is that a problem?"But Juan was relentless. "I had Joe check the ticket records for every theater in Seamar City. There's no trace of you or Erica. You didn't go to any cinema. Why did you lie?"Debra's jaw dropped. "You're insane," she managed to say. "Joe is your top secretary, and you made him dig through ticket records? You've officially lost it.""'Absurd World' wasn't a box office hit. It wasn't hard to check," Juan said, his tone serious. "Stop dodging the question. Why did you lie?"Debra knew that he liked the film, something even Joe didn't know.In the past, Debra's eyes had always been filled with fear and disgust when she looked at him, and he could never understand what he had done wrong.And today, Debra mentioned the Farley family. A businessman's intuition told him that something was amiss.As Debra remained silent, he added,
"Run! Little lambs!"The deranged laughter of the mercenaries echoed through the air, followed by the deafening sound of gunfire.Debra had already forgotten about the sharp pain in her ankle as she sprinted for her life."Hold on to me. Don't let go!" Juan shouted, pulling her along as they raced through the dark cave.There was light ahead, but she could feel Juan was slowing down."Juan, we're almost there."But suddenly, a low grunt of pain made her come to a halt. She turned around and saw that Juan's leg had been shot."Juan!" Debra's voice cracked with panic, but there was no time to process the shock. The mercenaries were closing in on them.Supporting Juan, Debra looked back at the approaching men, her gaze cold and steady."Are you sent by Drake?" she asked through clenched teeth.The two mercenaries exchanged glances. They didn't say a word, but their expressions confirmed her suspicions.Eyeing the guns they held, Debra forced herself to keep calm. "Drake enjoys
Debra closed her eyes and let herself fall backward into the abyss.Juan's pupils shrank, a deep, raw terror rising in his chest. He stumbled forward, trying to reach her, but it was too late. He could only watch as her body disappeared into the raging sea below."Debra!" he cried out.His chest felt like it was being ripped apart.The two mercenaries watched with indifference. One of them raised his walkie-talkie and spoke in a flat tone. "Boss, the target has been taken care of."Juan fell to his knees, his vision clouding with red. Debra's last words echoed in his mind."Avenge me."Slowly, he turned to face the mercenaries. "Tell Drake. I will hunt him down. I will kill him."The mercenaries exchanged amused glances. They didn't take his threat seriously. There was no way someone so broken could take on a man like Drake.As they approached him with their guns raised, the sound of a gunshot suddenly echoed from outside the cave. The mercenaries froze, turning toward the ent
The voice sent chills down Debra's spine. Instinctively, she took a step back, but before she could retreat further, her wrists were gripped tightly. Drake stood just inches away from her, his pale eyes glinting with sinister amusement that made her skin crawl."Scared of me?""Screw you!"Her strength took Drake by surprise as she tore her hands free. Without hesitation, she swung her arm and slapped him across the face with all the force she could muster.The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the air, releasing the fury, frustration, and hatred that had built up inside her.This bastard had treated her like prey, dragging her into a sick, twisted game."Mr. Lowe!" Peter freaked out.Drake's face reddened from the impact of Debra's slap, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.But instead of reacting with anger, he casually wiped the blood away, inspecting it with a cold, detached expression."In all these years, you're the first to make me bleed," he mu
"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,"