Chapter 348
The gate of the Potter Mansion was flanked by two rows of guards. The car was waved through and glided directly into the garage. The residence was a fortress of security, tucked away in an almost deserted area where her arrival from the police station would go unnoticed.
โThis way, please.โ
The butler led her up the staircase to the second floor. She recalled that this level was usually off-limits to visitors, and she was surprised to find herself in a row of guest suites that rivaled any luxury hotel.
โIf you donโt like the layout of the room, Iโll have them rearrange it.โ
โNo need. I like it very much.โ
She looked around the immaculate space, her eyes widening in awe. The butler nodded. โAlright. If you need anything, just press the button by the wall, and someone will come to assist you.โ
โThank you.โ
Once the butler left, Debra took a moment to explore her surroundings. The dรฉcor was not only elegant but also strikingly clean, as if everything had been meticulously arranged just for her. A faint fragrance of tea was refreshing.
She pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over the chat with Marion. She hesitated, wondering if Marion, who was abroad, could have played a role in her rescue. Given Marionโs relationship with Andrew, it seemed plausible.
Just as she was lost in thought, a soft knock echoed through the room.
โCome in.โ
The door opened to reveal a bodyguard wheeling in Andrew. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, Andrew looked a bit pale but otherwise refined. โI hope Iโm not disturbing you.โ
Debra shook her head. โOf course not. I want to thank you for getting me out.โ
Andrew said calmly, โI didnโt mean to disturb your rest, but my people found something that I thought you would want to know.โ
โIs it about the shortfall?โ
โYes,โ Andrew confirmed, but Debra read something else in his gaze.
โIs it related to my family?โ
The Frazier Groupโs accounts were intricately linked to the Frazier family, and she dreaded the thought of any involvement. She didnโt want to suspect her family, but the shortfall couldnโt have happened overnight. The people she had offended, or those wanting her downfall, didnโt have the means to tamper with the accounts. Pedro had confirmed the truth of this; it wasnโt a deliberate fabrication.
โTake a look at this,โ Andrew said, handing her a document. The cover was marked with the Potter familyโs seal. Debra opened it to find a thick stack of papersโpromissory notes and IOUs, stained with dirt and blood, some yellowed with age. Each one was carefully preserved in a clean plastic sleeve.
As she flipped through the pages, a chill crept up her spine. All the signatures and seals belonged to one person: Ralph.
โUncle Ralph?โ Debraโs voice trembled.
She had never known about this side of Ralph, not even in her past life. He had never hinted at any gambling connections.
Andrewโs voice was measured, but his words cut deep. โMr. Frazier wasnโt good at managing. In fact, when you joined his family and the family assets, the Frazier Group was in deficit within three years. If it werenโt for your familyโs solid foundation, the company might have fallen apart long ago.โ