Debra suddenly sneezed as she sat on the bus, heading back.

"Damn, who's talking behind my back?"

Then she felt a hand touch her forehead. Looking up, she found Juan standing over her, his expression serious.

"You're running a fever," he said.

He remembered when Debra had first married him. Her health hadn't been the best, and Melody had told him to take good care of her. The house was still filled with the various medicines she'd brought with her.

But ever since then, Debra had shown no signs of being frail. She was always running around and never backed down from a verbal sparring match.

Debra brushed his hand away. "Just a mild fever. I'll be fine."

She turned away from the camera, and Juan turned to the cameraman.

"How long will we reach the place?"

"Just the next stop."

there a pharmacy

cameraman hesitated, embarrassed to admit he had no idea since

"Forget it. I'll order

her breath, "Ordering everything online. Where's the life experience

you need medicine," Juan

argue with him. "You're right. I'll

was no point in refusing

to handle the daily meetings. But

Melody sitting at the head of the table, the other board members

"Mrs. Nichols Sr.?"

own shares in the company. By the usual rules, she

and demanded, "Where

working,"

reality show with Debra?" snorted one of the board

sarcastic tone

your place to judge Mr.

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