"Come on. Why did you b?" Erica red.


    Drake deadpanned, "I''m not part of your group. I''ll say what I want."


    Debra frowned. "So, you were thinking about countermeasures?"


    Erica exined, "Don''t worry. Just focus on your recovery and let us handle it."


    "Yeah," Randy chimed in. "We''ve got it covered."


    Marion''s voice softened. "I''ll take care of it."


    Debra pressed his hand to her forehead. "I''m fine now. See? No fever. This involves me directly. How can I sit by while you all scramble? Besides, I can''t rest well with Vickie parading around.


    Marion''s jaw tightened, but Debra gave him a reassuring look. "I''ll rest if I feel unwell. Promise."


    "Alright," hepromised.


    From Erica and Randy, Debra pieced together the situation. Juan had been showcasing Vickie at gs and press events for two days, thrusting her into the spotlight with ruthless efficiency.


    Debra was not surprised. Juan''s reputation and connections made it


    effortless to manufacture


    No


    wonder he''d kept the Nichols family


    dominant for years.


    "They''re running wild, but we won''t sit idle," Debra said. "If they want to y the publicity game, we''ll y harder."


    "How?" Erica wondered aloud. "By proving you''re the real heiress?"


    "No. Let them prove Vickie''s legitimate," Debra grinned. "Fakes can''t produce real evidence. Their proof will crumble under scrutiny, and then we strike. Once exposed, her act will be useless."


    ...


    At the Nichols Group headquarters, Juan watched the online frenzy with a heavy heart.


    His phone rang, and the voice of a man came through. "Well done. It worked." "The truth will surface eventually. Debra will act soon," replied Juan.


    "Let her. Our goal is achieved. Truth and lies blur easily," snorted the man. "But using your loyal pawn so callously. Aren''t you afraid he''ll turn on you?"