"Alright." Debra noticed nothing amiss.


    After escorting her back to her room, Marion reemerged. "Randy, rein in your girlfriend."


    Erica nted her hands on her hips. "I''m your cousin."


    "Then act like one. Don''t make Debra worry," Marion countered.


    Erica''s defiance crumpled. "I was just a little nervous."


    Randy feigned sternness. "Show some respect. I don''t even dare speak to her like that."


    "Breaking news!" Liza burst out of her room, waving her phone. "Have you seen this? The article''s gone viral."


    "What article?" Randy and Erica were confused.


    They''d been too preupied with Debra''s situation to check the inte.


    "Seriously? You missed this bomb?" Liza jabbed her screen. "Earlier today, Vickie


    imed to be the Frazier family heiress. Then, within an hour, the hashtag vanished. Now this exposé drops, detailing how she got stic surgery to impersonate Debra."


    "Let me see." Erica snatched the phone.


    The articleid out Vickie''s cosmetic procedures abroad.


    "She really went under the knife," Erica muttered. "Botched job too. Could''ve been a perfect copy."


    Drake emerged from his room, dark circles under his eyes. "Must you talk in the hallway?"


    "Wait." Erica thrust the phone at him. "The is part of your


    logo''s


    by right here." belongs to .nex Cosiness.


    Unaware of thetest drama, Drake took the device, his brow deepening as he examined photos of Vickie''s pre- and post-surgery records. Each one was stamped with the Lowe Group logo.


    Randy leaned in. "Can you pull the records?"


    "These documents are forged," Drake said tly.


    Erica blinked. "How could it be?"


    Marion tensed, unease coiling in his gut as Drake exined, "This ims Vickie spent over a million dorsst January. Top-tier clients'' records are sealed. Only two copies exist one archived, and one given to the client. Vickie wouldn''t release these herself. The only person with ess is the president of the Lowe Group."


    Randy''s eyes widened. "Jordan. Is he helping us behind the scenes?"


    Marion''s face tightened. "No. They''veid a trap. We''ve walked right into it."