Erica stared at Gand suspiciously. "Just a second ago, you were saying you suspected Juan. Now you''re defending him. Which side are you on?"


    Gand was at a loss for words. Under the pressure, he could only lie through his teeth. "Of course I suspect him. What I said earlier was just based on my interactions with him. Does that prove anything? It just shows our enemy is too powerful. Juan is way too good at hiding his true self. He''s definitely the mastermind behind the scenes."


    Erica patted his shoulder. "That''s the kind of awareness I like to see. You''re smarter than I thought. No wonder you''re the boss of the Eaton Group."


    "I''m ttered," Gand replied with a forced smile.


    With that, he headed upstairs, as if nothing had happened.


    Liza followed him, still harboring doubt. Gand shut her down. "Give me a break. I''m going to bed."


    "I..." She still had questions to ask him.


    Back in his room, Gand''s heart was still pounding. He pulled out his phone and dialed Juan''s number.


    Once the line went through, he blurted, "Bro, how did you figure that out?"


    "Oh, I was expecting you to fuss over Debra''s injury, but you didn''t, which means something was up on your end."


    "You''re a genius."


    "Enough of that. How did Debra get injured?"


    "Oh, it''s nothing major. Someone hit her with a stick. There was some blood, but it looked fine. Honestly,pared to what she endured by your side, this is nothing."


    Juan fell silent, ready to hang up.


    Gand quickly backpedaled. "Just kidding. Here is the thing. I''ve just managed to run away from home, but I think Debra''s being watched."


    "You mean Robert?"


    "That puppy following Theda


    around? Not him. I''m not sure about his job Their cook, housekeeper guard, or whatever. Oh, right. His name''s Ivan Trennery. I mentioned him to you before."


    Juan frowned at the name, and Gand continued, "Debra said he was clean, but with my sharp reporter instincts, I noticed something. He''s been keeping a close eye on Debra. To be precise, he''s watching everything going on at the Potter Mansion. He keeps such a low profile that I didn''t even notice him when I first got here. Then, guess what? He snuck into Debra''s room when no one was around."


    "No one else noticed, but you did?"


    "I had my eyes glued to him. That''s my professional training as a journalist. But he was only in there for a few minutes before he came out It looked like he didn''t find whatever he was searching for."


    "He didn''t."


    "How do you know?"


    "Because it''s no longer in Debra''s possession."