Debra and Juan retreated to their room. Juan broke the silence first. Tll have someone take down the news. It won''t affect you." "Aren''t you going to ask about it?" she asked.


    After all, the photo of her and Michael was real, and she expected some kind of reaction from him.


    Juan met her gaze steadily. "If you want to talk about it, you will."


    Debra looked away, her voice firm. "I don''t want to."


    Juan nodded, epting her decision. "Okay."


    Just then, Debra heard faint footsteps outside their door, knowing it was Hester.


    Debra didn''t bother to pretend. She strode to the door and swung it open.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    Hester froze, clearly not expecting Debra to catch her eavesdropping.


    "Madam..."


    Debra''s voice was blunt. "I don''t like people eavesdropping on my door. If there''s nothing important, please stay off the second floor."


    Hester blushed with embarrassment. "I''m sorry, madam. It''s Mrs. Nichols Sr. who was worried you two might argue. She sent me here to check. It won''t happen again." "Alright."


    Debra closed the door firmly, and Juan smiled faintly.


    She caught the smile and frowned. "Why are you smiling?"


    "I''m happy," Juan admitted, his voice low as he locked the door. "Because you don''t like her."


    "Even if that''s the case, it has nothing to do with you," Debra scoffed, picking up her phone to check her missed calls.


    She saw one from Michael and nced at Juan. "I''m going out."


    "I''ll give you a ride," Juan offered without hesitation.


    Debra considered it for a moment before agreeing, "Alright."


    With the rumors about her and Michael swirling, thest thing she needed was to be caught alone by the paparazzi.


    As Debra stepped out of the gate, she noticed a group of people gathered outside, mostly women wearing masks. She sensed something was amiss.


    Juan, emerging from the garage, also took in the scene. He immediately called the security office. "Get these people out."


    ""Yes, Mr. Nichols."


    Debra stood her ground outside the gate. When security arrived, the women went wild, hurling insults at


    her.


    "You slut! Stay away from Michael!"


    "Do you even know you''re married? Michael would never like you."


    "Debra, go to hell!"


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    The shouting was relentless.


    Debra''s eyes turned cold, her suspicions growing. The Nichols family''s location wasn''t something anyone could easily find. If these people could track her down, there had to be a leak. She turned around and saw Hester standing at the window, watching the chaos unfold.


    It all clicked into ce. This was Hester''s doing.


    "Watch out!" Just as Debra was distracted, Juan lunged at her, shielding her with his body.


    She heard eggs breaking and saw the women throwing rotten eggs at her. Juan stood firm, taking the brunt of the assault.


    Debra was startled, "You..."


    Hester saw what was happening. She rushed out of the house, shouting at the security guards, "What are you waiting for? Kick them all out!"