"Thank you for your kind offer, but I don't think it's necessary," Debra sighed, setting her glass down. "Honestly, whether the Nichols family stays intact or not doesn't matter much to me." She got up and headed toward the door.

Andrew called after her, "I thought you weren't interested in the funeral."

"I'll just take a look." Debra grabbed a mask and slipped it on.

The funeral for Shelia was grand, and she could blend into the crowd easily.

Andrew turned to Barton. "Give her my invitation."

"Yes, sir." Barton pulled the funeral invitation from his pocket and handed it to Debra. She glanced at it and raised an eyebrow. "Now you can't deny you've planned this." Clearly, Andrew had been waiting for this moment.

Without another word, Debra turned and left the house.

Barton spoke. "Sir, it seems Mrs. Houston doesn't want to spread the rumors."

"We'll help her," Andrew said.

anticipated Debra's disinterest in such things. She wasn't the type to harm others. She always tried to be

get taken advantage of,

the seat Debra had just vacated. He picked up the coffee on the table

Andrew replied, blowing on his coffee. "Someone else

mid-sip, his brows furrowing.

unfazed. "I accidentally added some vinegar earlier." At the

a black

her face, her figure wrapped in a black dress. Sophie helped her manage

arrangements.

time Debra arrived, the guests had already gathered, and most of the media

fell on Shelia's portrait, but she didn't

reaped what

she could have studied abroad, returned to a decent job in the

was greedy, ruthless and solely focused on

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