Caleb was one of the most respected and feared figures despite having retired. Stories about him still circted widely. He wasn''t someone who invited people over for casual meals.


    "Maybe," Debra mused, "he just wants to see what kind of woman his grandson ns to marry."


    Resting her chin in her hand, Debra realized she might have to start thinking seriously about meeting Marion''s family.


    The next morning. Debra chose a fresh, elegant outfit. It was formal yet youthful. Her ensemble had a subtle designer ir, the kind the older generation typically appreciated.


    The Houston family''s old house took up an entire vi district, with thetest in security systems and high-tech surveince. Just the electric fence around the entrance made it feel like a militarypound.


    "Sorry, this area is restricted," the security guard at the gate said as he stopped her car.


    Unbothered, Debra stepped out of the vehicle, and the quard escorted her toward the viplex on foot. The scenery wasn''t anything spectacr, but the sheer size andyout of the grounds made it clear that this was a ce of immense wealth and power. The area outside the vis wasrge enough to be a training field.


    As Debra walked, she noticed a long line of people practicing drills near the entrance. She paused for a moment, watching the exercises with mild curiosity.,


    "Ms. Frazier, this way, please," the guard prompted.


    He led her to the outer part of the estate. From the gate, Debra could see an expansive manor beyond. "Ms. Frazier, we''re not allowed inside. Just follow the path straight ahead and take the first left. That will take you to the house," the guard said before leaving.


    Debra nodded and entered the grounds. Despite the detailed directions, the estate was so vast that after a few minutes, she found herself lost.


    Just then, she spotted an old man dressed like a gardener, trimming some flowers ahead. Taking a few steps closer, she called out, "Excuse me..."


    Mr. Houston Sr. turned around, his face half-covered with a red scarf. But Debra immediately recognized him. In this life, she had only met Caleb twice, but in her previous life, she had heard countless stories about him. And besides...


    No ordinary gardener would be wearing custom-made boots in the dirt, not to mention the limited-edition Mario-themed gardening suit he had on. It was something that would easily cost seven figures.


    No gardener in the world earned that kind of sry.


    Instead of exposing him right away, Debra decided to y along. "Can you tell me where the main house is?"N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    Caleb, his face stem, grumbled, "You want to know? Help me pull these weeds first."


    He pointed to a patch of ground where a few scattered weeds were growing. Any spoiled youngdy from a wealthy family would have found the task beneath her.


    But without a word, Debra stepped into the dirt and began pulling the weeds. Caleb, mildly surprised, watched her for a moment.


    Even though she was a high-societydy, she didn''t hesitate orin. She spent a good half-hour in the garden, working diligently.


    "That''s enough," he said abruptly.


    Debra straightened up after pulling thest weed. "Anything else you need, sir?"