Erica rushed forward and said, "Barton, you''re here just in time. I need to ask you something."


    Barton cut her off. "Mr. Andrew Potter''s condition has suddenly worsened. It''s very serious right now. Pleasee back with me immediately."


    "What?" Debra eximed. "He was fine yesterday."


    An image of the previous day suddenly popped into her mind. Jordan had gone into Andrew''s room right after she left.


    "Do you know about this?" Debra asked. "Jordan is the new president of the Lowe Group?"


    Barton, as Andrew''s trusted aide, was supposed to know if this was part of Andrew''s n.


    "What?" Barton was puzzled. "Mr. Jordan Potter?"


    Debra decided to go upstairs to confront Jordan. Erica quickly reached out to stop her.


    "Where are you going? Didn''t you just say we can''t go up there earlier?"


    "I have to go and ask him. What is he doing? Betraying the family?"


    "Betrayal it is," Liza chimed in. "I''m going with you."


    She grabbed Debra''s arm and rushed up the stairs.


    The guards immediately stepped in to block their way.


    "Mr. Jordan Potter forbids anyone toe up," one of them said firmly.


    Liza stepped forward. "I''m the


    daughter of the Eaton family. Do you know


    mea hat will happen if you stop


    me? My dad will have you beaten to death."


    The guards exchanged nces but didn''t budge.


    Erica pushed her side. "Let my fist do the talking."


    Liza stumbled and grabbed the wall to steady herself. Meanwhile, Erica da surprise attack, t


    them off guard.


    "Debra, go!" she shouted, delivering a powerful kick.


    In the wide dress selected by Liza for her, she jumped into the air. One of the guards took the hit, and Debra seized the opportunity to dash forward.


    Erica called after her, "Go ahead. I''ll take care of them."


    "Got it." Debra rushed away without hesitation.


    By the time she reached the second floor, the remaining guards had lined up in the hallway.


    "Jordan,e out!" she shouted.


    Jordan pushed aside the guards and stepped forward. His looks were so familiar yet so distant.


    Debra had so many questions to ask him, but in the end, only one word came out of her mouth. "Why?"


    Jordan shrugged. "People strive to move upward. The Four Great Families are history."