Debra wished she was wrong.


    She looked down at the file in her hands. Pure Color hadn''t evenunched yet. It didn''t make sense he was interested in it unless he was also reborn.


    She closed the file and made a call.


    A calm, professional voice answered, "Hello, Nichols Group."


    Debra stayed silent for a moment, and the receptionist spoke again.


    "Hello?"


    "Does Mr. Nichols have any appointments today?"


    "His schedule is fully booked for the next few days. You can leave your name and number, and we''ll contact you within eight hours."


    "Never mind."


    Debra hung up the phone, remembering something told to her by Theda. If Theda and she could be reborn, there could be more cases.


    If Juan had also been reborn, the future would hold even more uncertainties.


    The officendline suddenly rang, breaking her train of thought.


    Debra picked it up, and Gand''s urgent voice came through. "Debra, get back here. Something''s happened."


    "What''s going on?" Debra tensed up.


    Gand replied, "A lot of people showed up outside, asking you to hand over Andrew''s seal."


    ...


    At the Houston Group headquarters, a confrontation was going on.


    "Marion, even though you''re Caleb''s grandson, you haven''t been in charge of the Houston family for years. Caleb managed things all this time. Now that he''s gone, thepany needs a proper new leader," said one of the senior board members.


    They were all old allies of Marion''s father, and their tone was arrogant. Marion was unfazed, leaning back in his chair.


    "What do you suggest?"


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    "The position should be filled by someone capable. You''ve done well overseas, but this is Seamar City with different rules. When Caleb gave all his shares to you and appointed you we let it slide out of respect for him. But now, we need a fair vote to eléct a new leader," said Corey Dunn, ncing at the other shareholders for support. "Thepany has been ruled by your family for over a century. It''s time for a change, don''t you think?"


    "Exactly," another board member chimed in. "You''ve had some questionable dealings overseas, haven''t you? We don''t feel secure letting you lead thepany. After all, you were brought back midway rather than raised in the Houston family. We don''t trust you."


    Hearing them bring up Marion''s past, Randy couldn''t hold back his anger.


    "Do you know why Marion was wandering overseas for so many years?" he argued, pointing at them "If no one else knows, you should. He was searching for his father''s killer all this time. You all worked for his father. Are you sure you want to question him now?"