"Come on. Why did you blab?" Erica glared.
Drake deadpanned, "I'm not part of your group. I'll say what I want."
Debra frowned. "So, you were thinking about countermeasures?"
Erica explained, "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," he compromised.
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?"

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