Standing outside was Jordan.


    He asked bluntly, "What are you doing here?"


    "I came to visit Andrew," Debra replied with a frown, sensing hostility. "Anything wrong with that?"


    Jordan pressed his lips together. "How is he?"


    "Not so good. He''s been coughing," Debra replied, shaking her head. "I''ll leave now."


    Barton spoke up. "Mrs. Houston, you left something behind."


    "Oh right, the report Ben gave me," Debra responded, walking back to the desk to grab the papers.


    Once she left, Jordan went into the room and closed the door behind him.


    Debra paused, wondering why Andrew asked her to hide his fake illness from Jordan.


    "Hey."


    Suddenly, a voice startled Debra. She turned around and saw Liza standing behind her.


    Liza looked puzzled. "What are you staring at so intently?"


    Debraposed herself and asked, "What''s up?"


    "Nothing, just bored. I haven''t seen you aroundtely," Liza pouted. "Didn''t you guys get into some kind of trouble? I called my dad. Don''t worry. Within three days, everything you''re dealing with will be settled."


    Debra blinked. "Really?"


    "Of course. My dad would never lie to me. I begged him for a long time before he agreed to help." Liza said, patting her chest.


    "And, if I may ask, how exactly did your father agree?"


    "Well, he said, ''Don''t worry, sweetheart. I''ll figure something out.""


    "Is it possible that he was just trying to cate you?"


    "Not possible. My dad spoils me. He''d never brush me off with words. In three days, you''ll see the result. Be it Juan or that new president of the Lowe Group, they are done for."


    "Well..."


    "I''m doing you a huge favor, so don''t you think it''s time to return the favor? I don''t know any of the high societydies in Seamar City. How about you organize something? Take me to a party or a brand event, like a fashion or jewelry show?"


    Liza had been bored out of her mind recently.


    Before Debra could respond, Marion, who had appeared out of nowhere, chimed


    in, "Go ahead, rx a bit."


    Debra shook her head. "But it''s not the right time."


    Erica and Randy were both swamped, and she couldn''t afford to ck off.


    "Go take a look," Marion insisted, handing her an invitation. "The new president of


    the Lowe Group is making his public debut."