"You figured that out?" Juan asked.


    "I overheard," Gand replied seriously. "Don''t doubt a journalist''s eavesdropping skills."


    Juan felt helpless. "What''s the kid''s name?"


    "I think it''s Ivan Trennery."


    "Got it."


    As Juan was about to hang up, Gand hurriedly added, "That''s it? Aren''t you even a little worried?"


    "Since Debra brought him back, she has suspected him and is trying to keep him under watch. With Marion by her side, she won''t be in any danger."


    "You trust your rival so much."


    "Are you done?"


    "Yeah."


    "Bye."


    Gand stared at the screen and shook his head. He couldn''t understand why Juan chose to fade into the backdrop and continue to help Debra, who was now his ex-wife. There was nothing to gain.


    Humming a song, Debra went back to her room.


    Marion was lounging against the headboard of the bed. "You seem in a good mood."


    "You noticed?"


    "I heard everything. You''re messing with that kid. Aren''t you worried he''ll just quit on you?"


    "He wants to spy on us, and this is a


    great opportunity. He won''t quit but


    will stick around. I only need to


    make


    sure he is preupied with


    other tasks."


    With so much work to do, Ivan wouldn''t even have time to eavesdrop on them, let


    alone steal the stock transfer agreement.


    "Looks like the servants in this house can take a break."


    ...


    Ivan exited the house with a basket in hand. Everything seemed normal, but as soon as he got into the his face started to contort with anger.


    mming his fist down on the steering wheel, he cursed, "Damn! Debra is messing with me."


    But the worst part was that he couldn''t just leave like that. Putting on a Bluetooth headset, he called his subordinate.


    "Sir?"


    "I''ve got a few addresses for you. Go get me some groceries."


    "Groceries? Sir, didn''t you already infiltrate the Lowe family? Why are you buying groceries now?"


    "Do I have to exin everything to you? Just do what I told you."


    Ivan''s voice was sharp, and his subordinate hurried off to carry out the order.


    Leaning back in the car, Ivan mulled


    over


    I toe


    gex his next moves. He needed t


    get rid of Debra first and then fear up the stock transfer agreement.


    Just then, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. Although there was no name


    attached to the number, Ivan recognized it immediately.


    He answered the call. "Boss, what''s the n?"