"Liza and Fermin are here," Debra said, changing the subject.


    "I heard." Marion nodded.


    "I suspect Fermin is here to keep an eye on us," Debra shared her thoughts. "He is the heir to the Eaton family. It doesn''t make sense for him toe here personally. But his interaction with Liza suggests they are real siblings. I just don''t get why he''d bother monitoring me."


    They had stayed at the Potter Mansion for a while, but nothing had happened. If Fermin was as cunning as rumors suggested, he wouldn''t have been sitting around and doing nothing.


    Debra had deliberately let them stay to keep an eye on them. But Seamar City remained peaceful.


    "Are you doubting his identity now?" Marion asked.


    "Doubting is one thing. Knowing what he''s up to is another, and finding out his true identity is yet another," Debra replied, shaking her head. "I don''t know if he''s dumb or ying dumb. We need to find an opportunity to test him."


    "Then let''s test him," Marion agreed. "Finding out what he''s monitoring shouldn''t be too hard."


    In the guest room, Gand suddenly sneezed, startling Liza, who was ying with her phone.


    "The weather in Orkgate is terrible. Are you catching a cold?" she asked.


    "Not really," Gand replied, rubbing his nose. "I just felt a sudden chill down my spine."


    "A chill?" Liza looked around and pointed to the air conditioner behind him. "You mean this thing?"


    "That exins why my back was so cold," Gand muttered, quickly turning it off.


    Lara knocked on the door. "Mr. and Miss Eaton, it''s lunchtime. Would you like to eat in your room or..."


    "In our..."


    "Dining room."


    Liza frowned. "Why do we have to eat with them? I don''t want to see Drake or his ice subordinate."


    "The more, the merrier," Gand reasoned. "I''ll go. You can stay behind."


    Liza watched him go, her confusion deepening. "What''s gotten into him?"


    In the dining room, Gand found


    the


    joining me for lunch?" Deset


    prese set, but no one else was


    "Aren''t Drake and Debra


    Lara


    is taking his head. "Mrs. Houston


    care of Mr. Houston, while


    Mr. Lowe always eats in his room." Gontent


    Gand''s enthusiasm waned.


    "By the way, what would Mrs. Houston have for lunch today?"


    "I think..."


    "Hold on, let me write it down."


    Gand pulled out a notebook and a pen, ready to jot down the details He had to report everything back to


    Juan


    like what Debra ate and how she slept.