Chapter 952

Bert's expression turned grave. A servant approached him. “Sir, I heard that Miss Bernard is getting engaged to Drake. Invitations have been sent out, but Miss Eaton doesn’t know yet.”

“Keep it that way,” Bert ordered. “Liza is impulsive and might do reckless things if she finds out. She’s spoiled, but she values her friendship with Cathryn. It would break her heart to know Cathryn is with Drake now.”

“Understood. I’ll make sure the news is contained,” said the servant.

Juan silently watched the scene. Garland peeked through the door crack.

“What’s got you so captivated?”

“Nothing.”

Juan sank back into the couch, his expression unreadable.

“You know, Liza has a way with people,” Garland said, his tone smug. “When she gets involved, your grandmother has to pack her things and…”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

“Did you get the invitation?”

“Invitation? What invitation?”

“To the engagement party of Cathryn and Drake.”

“What? That’s nonsense.”

“It’s not.”

“How so?”

“It was my idea.”

“Excuse me? Why on earth would you come up with something like that?”

“Calm down and don’t worry about it.”

“Come on. You’re dragging me into this.”

He knew it. Juan was up to no good.

“Drake doesn’t have the guts to send an invitation to you. That’s why you go.”

“What am I supposed to do there?”

“To crash the party.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Juan tapped the files on the desk. “Spend the next two days memorizing this and every detail I’ve shared with you. Then you’re off to raise hell. And bring Liza along. Make it a mess as best as you can.”

Garland’s mouth was agape.

Juan paused and added, “If Debra shows up, the plan can move forward ahead of schedule.”

“Plan? What plan?” Garland asked, clueless.

Juan said mysteriously, “She’s your boss, isn’t she? It’s about time you two got acquainted.”

“Acquainted?” Garland was even more puzzled.

“Just strike up a conversation with her,” Juan explained. “Though knowing her, she’ll probably find you first.”

“Huh?” Garland exclaimed.

Oblivious to his confusion, Juan said, “I’ll run you through the sequence of events again. Try to keep up.”

Garland was bewildered, unable to follow his train of thought.

The next day, around noon, Debra was jolted awake by a commotion outside. Marion had left early to handle some company affairs. From her bedroom window, she could hear shouting coming from the courtyard below.

“No one is inside. Just leave before we lose our patience,” one of Marion’s men bellowed. “We don’t hit women, but don’t push your luck here.”

“Out of the way!” the intruder snapped. “I am Liza Eaton. I dare you to stop me!”