Erica practically shoved Debra into the bathroom, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Wash your face. We need to get started."Debra protested, "Wait, what is all this for?"Erica's eyes sparkled. "I think Marion's going to propose."Debra blinked. "Where did you hear that?"Erica asked back, "Isn't he? We all thought so. Why else would he go to all this trouble and have Randy get a whole glam team for you?"Debra shook her head. "Marion already promised Caleb that both the proposal and engagement ceremony would be handled by Caleb. There is no way he'd let Marion interfere with it."Erica deflated like a balloon. "No proposal? Ugh, I got all worked up for nothing.""You already? We're running out of time," Randy urged from the living room.As soon as Debra came out, the stylists descended upon her, wielding makeup brushes and styling tools with practiced precision.When one of the designers brought out a custom-made dress, Erica said, "That's tailored to your measurements. I
Erica muttered in confusion, "Is Marion planning for you to work?"She couldn't quite wrap her head around what Marion was up to.Since early that morning, they had all been in a flurry of activity, helping Debra get ready. She had anticipated some grand proposal event, but instead, Marion had Randy drive them to the McKinney Group headquarters.Several employees huddled together, their eyes fixed on the car."Hey, check it out. Is that a Ferrari?""Is some big-shot CEO visiting our company today? I didn't hear anything about it."...As Randy lowered the car window and removed his sunglasses, those female employees couldn't help but blush. His eyes scanned the crowd, causing a flutter of excitement among the onlookers.He was a regular guest to different companies, and his looks were good, making him quite popular among the female employees."Isn't that Mr. Osborne? What brings him here?""He's looking at me.""No way. He's obviously looking at me."They elbowed each other
Randy escorted Debra and Erica into the building, his presence commanding respect as they walked through the lobby."What's HR doing around here? If I hear any more rumors like that, I'll have everyone involved pack up and leave," he growled.The employees scattered like a flock of startled birds.Just as Debra was about to step further into the lobby, a voice from outside caught her attention."Good morning, Ms. Blair."The receptionist warmly greeted Shelia as she walked in. The moment her eyes fell on Debra, her expression tightened.Debra was dressed in an elegant suit that exuded a cool, aristocratic aura, a stark contrast to her usual casual style.The thought of last night's humiliation rattled Shelia all over again.She glanced at the dispersing employees and frowned. "What's going on? Who's causing trouble so early in the morning?"Erica, never one to mince words, scoffed, "Oh, aren't you bold, Ms. Blair?"No longer fearful of Erica, Shelia shot back, "Miss Mathis, w
Debra found herself momentarily lost in thought as Marion stepped to her side.She whispered, "What game are you playing this time?"Marion didn't respond verbally, his lips curling into an enigmatic smile. He took her hand, a display of affection in everyone's eyes.Shelia's eyes flashed with annoyance. Her voice cut through the air, laced with irritation. "Mr. Houston, I get that you and Ms. Frazier are getting engaged, but I think you're stepping over the line here."Marion didn't even bother looking at her. He instructed Ben, "Show it to her.""Yes, sir," Ben replied, stepping forward to hand Shelia a document.Her face drained of color as she read the content.Ben went on to declare, "A year ago, Mr. Houston invested eight billion dollars into the McKinney Group, securing a 25% share. This grants him decisive authority over major decisions."Murmurs erupted across the room."Eight billion dollars? Is it true?""The appointment letter is right here. How could it be fake?"
Debra raised her eyebrows innocently. "Ms. Blair, I've hardly said a word since I've been standing here. How did I end up being your target?"Shelia scoffed, "Are you seriously going to pretend that Mr. Houston isn't doing this to defend you? Everyone knows he wouldn't even bother with women. So much for being a man of principle. He's just another guy using his power to push around women."To the untrained eye, Shelia played the victim flawlessly. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.She had always been adept at playing the damsel, garnering sympathy from those around her.But Debra saw right through her act. "Mr. Houston's decision to let you go has nothing to do with me. It's because you're not fit for the position."Shelia's eyes narrowed, her voice rising in defense. "I've only been on the job for a week. What makes you think I'm not qualified?"Debra's smile was faint but mocking. "So, you're aware of it. But from what I hear, you
The lobby buzzed with murmurs."What? Ms. Blair didn't graduate?""No way! Didn't all the online reports say she graduated with top scores?""I heard she got into Arcane Academy because Mr. Nichols backed her with money and connections. She studied for four years, and now it turns out she didn't even finish?"A dropout referred to someone who did not complete their degree due to various reasons, such as failing to submit a satisfactory thesis or not completing their internship requirements.The employees at the McKinney Group were all from prestigious universities. A dropout would not even meet the basic qualifications for joining.Now it was clear who had gotten into Arcane Academy through connections.Shelia's face paled visibly. Meanwhile, the secretaries returned, their arms laden with boxes containing Shelia's personal belongings—a high-end laptop, an expensive coffee machine, delicate tea sets, and pricey bottles of wine. Except for the laptop, not a single item seemed rel
Debra rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide her excitement.Shelia had been thoroughly humiliated in front of everyone, and by now, she was probably cursing them with every breath she took.Erica exchanged a glance with Randy. Erica asked, "So, what do we do now?""These lovebirds are clearly in their own world. I say we leave them to it," replied Randy.They had stood there silently through the whole fiasco, not even getting a word in edgewise.Ben approached them. "Mr. Houston asked you both to head upstairs."Randy raised an eyebrow. "When did he say that? I thought he only had eyes for Debra.Marion used to be a straight-laced businessman. Now, he was like a peacock showing off.They had prepared things the entire morning, only to create a stage for him to tear apart Shelia.Ben tried to soothe him. "Well, Mr. Houston has something important to discuss with you.""Okay, I'll do him the favor." Randy nodded.Upstairs, Debra looked around the cleaned office and sighed."
Randy thought it was something important, but Marion simply handed over two invitations."Engagement invitations?" Both Randy and Erica were surprised.Marion smiled, "Take a closer look."Randy and Erica exchanged looks before opening the invitations. Erica's eyes widened as she caught the key detail. "A wedding?"Debra leaned into Marion's chest and said, "Yep. You guys are going to be our best man and maid of honor."Randy's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "No way. Are you serious? A flash marriage?"Erica rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about? They have been together for a while now."Randy retorted, "But it's been less than 48 hours since Debra got divorced. If this gets out, it's gonna blow up like a nuclear bomb."Debra and Marion exchanged a knowing look. They had already thought it through last night. Marion had even asked Ben to print the invitations, wanting to get them to the best man, maid of honor, and Caleb first.Debra explained, "We're holding the enga
"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