Chapter 143

The manager looked up in surprise. “Ms. Frazier, you’re the CEO. It’s unusual for the boss to meet with employees. Michael doesn’t deserve such an honor.” Normally, mentioning the penalty clause would make Michael concede. But this time, he was unexpectedly disobedient and defiant.

Debra picked up her bag and left the office. She found Michael’s home address and went there. Michael’s family wasn’t wealthy. In the old neighborhood, Debra’s luxury car attracted considerable attention. The manager opened the car door for her and offered, “Madam, let me take you there.” “No need. I’ll go myself.” The elderly residents lacked elevators; they had to climb the stairs.

Debra reached the third floor and knocked on a rusty door. It soon opened, revealing a man in casual clothes. He was tall, tan-skinned, with deep, clear eyes. His height, nearly six feet two inches, overshadowed Debra considerably. His handsome appearance clearly surpassed Sean’s. After a momentary pause, Michael asked in a deep voice, “Who are you?”

“Michael, who is it?” an elderly voice called from inside.

“Grandma…” Michael began.

Debra walked in with a smile. “Granny, I’m Debra.”

Michael frowned. The old lady, seemingly visually impaired, leaned closer to Debra and said, “Are you Michael’s girlfriend? Come in.”

Donna Austin warmly welcomed her. Debra stiffened, surprised the old lady mistook her for Michael’s girlfriend.

“Grandma, she’s not…”

Before Michael could finish, Donna interrupted, “Michael, don’t just stand there. Hurry up and make tea for Debra.” She then led Debra to the couch. Unwilling to spoil Donna’s good mood, Michael obediently made tea.

Debra’s gaze remained fixed on Michael. She remembered from her past life that Michael had wept on a show, saying only his grandmother had brightened his impoverished days. But right after he gained fame, she had passed away. This stemmed from Frazier Entertainment’s near-total neglect of Michael.

Michael brewed the tea and placed it before Debra, but without enthusiasm.

“Debra, have you eaten? I’ll make you something delicious. Just wait here.” Donna happily went to the kitchen.

Michael looked coldly at Debra. “What do you want?”

“If I say I’m here to promote you, would you believe me?”

Michael frowned, clearly disbelieving her.

“Would you be so kind?” Michael’s tone grew colder. “Ms. Frazier, as you see, my family is impoverished. I don’t have time to waste with you.”

“I’m serious about promoting you,” Debra said sincerely. She placed a bank card and two contracts on the table. “Here is $500,000 from my personal funds for you. And these two contracts: one is a new contract I want to sign with you privately, and the other is your previous contract.”