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"Don't worry. I've got this!" Erica stood up. "I'll handle Andrew. You and Jordan head to the party first.""Maybe don't..." Debra hesitated."Relax, would I steer you wrong?" Erica yanked Debra off the bench and pushed her toward the car. "Trust me, I've got enough clout to get Andrew there."Jordan arrived and bumped into the scene. "What's going on?""Oh, Jordan, you got your license, right? Take my car and get Debra to the party," Erica said, tossing him the keys.Jordan blinked, unsure of what was going on."Go on," Erica urged.Jordan nodded. "Alright, let's head out."Debra glanced back at Erica, who flashed a peace sign....Half an hour later, Erica stood before Andrew."Come on. Just do me a favor. I've already bragged to everyone you're coming," she whined. "You don't want me to lose face in front of Debra, right? You know me, I live for my reputation. If I look bad in front of those kids, I'll never live it down. Help me for friendship's sake.""I've got work,"

Erica rolled up with ten luxury cars from her family. In no time, the entire party was whisked away.When Barton arrived with champagne, the private room was empty."Where is everyone?" he asked.The manager stammered, "Miss Mathis came and took everyone.""Where?" Barton's expression grew grim."Some club, I think," the manager replied.Barton had a sinking feeling. He quickly started tracking down which club Erica had booked....Meanwhile, Debra and Jordan stared at the scene inside the club, stunned.A massive disco ball spun, casting dazzling lights. The dance floor was packed with people grooving. Hot girls and trendy boys were partying hard.Champagne bottles popped nonstop, and the music pounded their eardrums."Let's get wild!" Erica whistled.Debra's face paled. "Erica, this is crazy. Andrew will be mad.""What? Can't hear you. Too loud." Erica leaned in, then grabbed her. "You're an adult now. Live like one."She then waved Jordan over to join.Jordan, with hi

Barton nodded and left.Andrew looked down at Debra, who snugged in his arms with her eyes closed. Her arms hooked his body.Barton glanced at the rearview mirror. "Sir, want me to take care of Miss Frazier?""No need," Andrew said, draping a blanket over her."I feel bad," Debra mumbled, opening her eyes."What's wrong?" Andrew asked gently."I wanna puke..." she mumbled.Andrew patted her back softly.Barton watched, worried. If she puked on Andrew's suit, that'd be a mess.But sure enough, Debra hurled right on Andrew.Barton quickly steered to pull over, but Andrew instructed calmly, "Keep driving.""Sir, your clothes...""She'll be fine once we're home," Andrew said as he kept patting Debra's back.After throwing up, she seemed better.Andrew settled her against the leather seat, pulling the blanket up. She dozed off quickly."Sir, your suit..." Barton reminded him.Andrew didn't reply, just gazed at Debra's sleeping face.A smile tugged at his lips. She still sle

"Last night..." Debra started.Andrew bent down to slip her shoes onto her bare feet. "Told you a million times. No running around barefoot.""It's fine. The floor's warm." She shrugged.The Potter Mansion hadn't had underfloor heating until Andrew installed it because she kept going barefoot. It was meant to keep her from catching colds, but now she skipped shoes even more."Were you with me last night?" she asked, swinging his arm happily. "I knew you'd never leave me hanging.""I was busy with an international meeting last night," he said, tapping her forehead. "Don't pull that stunt again.""Ow." Debra rubbed her head. "But I felt you right there."He stayed quiet, and she stepped back, keeping some distance.Erica had said they were too close. That closeness made it hard to tell if her feelings for Andrew were familial or romantic. Andrew was just perfect in everyone's eyes.She studied him again. He was tall and upright, radiating a quiet strength that made her feel safe

That afternoon, Debra waited for Erica's update.Clutching her phone. She anxiously paced back and forth in the second-floor hallway."Miss Frazier, you okay?" a maid asked, noticing her restless circling."Nothing. Just stretching my legs," Debra fibbed."If you want to stretch, try the garden. Mr. Andrew Potter is not coming home for dinner tonight. Eat whenever you're hungry. I'll have the kitchen whip up whatever you like," the maid said."Not coming home? Is he at some business thing?" Debra asked.Andrew rarely handled social events himself. His team usually covered those. It was rare for him to miss dinner."I'm not sure. I'll get the kitchen started," the maid said, dodging the question.Debra's suspicion grew. Something was up.She crept downstairs. In the kitchen, two maids prepped dinner, chatting."Heard Mr. Andrew Potter is meeting Miss Howell tonight. They haven't seen each other since college, right?""Miss Howell had a huge crush on him back then. Did they ev