Chapter 422

Edgar cast a nonchalant glance at the TV, where a news report was airing about Melody causing a ruckus at the mall.

“Don’t worry about her.”

“Understood.”

Meanwhile, in the back of a sleek sedan, Debra was a whirlwind of activity, her fingers dancing across her phone screen. Randy eyed her through the rearview mirror, curiosity piqued.

“Debra, you’ve been at it since we got in the car. What’s got you so engrossed?”

“I’m stirring the pot. Mind giving me a hand? I need some influencers to boost its visibility.”

“What kind of article?”

Erica leaned in, her eyes widening as she scanned the post. It was a meticulously crafted exposé, complete with nine incriminating photos, implicating Sheila in Michael’s car accident. The comments section was already ablaze with speculation and conspiracy theories.

Soon, people started connecting the dots based on Debra’s post. They speculated that Sheila, upset with Debra, had plotted against Michael to hurt Debra financially. Others pointed fingers at the Odom family, linking Edgar’s deep affection for Sheila with some business disputes. So, Edgar and Sheila were both at the top of the suspect list.

Just as the heat reached its peak, Debra released another audio clip. It was a recording of Sheila hiring someone to cause a car accident.

In the past few days, Debra had asked Ben to find the person who tampered with Michael’s car. That person, being cautious, had recorded the whole thing. Once this hit the internet, it caused a frenzy.

“You’ve been busy,” Randy remarked, impressed. “First, you demand five billion, and now you’re dropping bombshells. Who’d dare to cross you after this?”

Debra shrugged. “Who said it’s me? This is an anonymous post.”

Randy chuckled. “You’re learning from Marion, aren’t you? Picking up all his sneaky tricks. You were such an innocent beauty before.”

Marion kicked the back of Randy’s seat. “Just drive.”

Randy clammed up, knowing better than to argue with Marion. After all, he was not good at fighting.

After they arrived at the hotel, Randy led the way, a mysterious smile on his face. Erica leaned in to whisper to Debra, “Whatever happens next, act surprised.”

“Randy arranged this?”

“Yep. He’s very proud and loves to make a grand scene.”

“Alright, I’m prepared.”

Randy snapped his fingers, and the wedding march suddenly sounded in the grand hall. Two spotlights swung around, landing squarely on Debra and Marion.

Debra froze, her smile faltering. The hall was decked out in flowers, a grand arch standing proudly in the center. It was a scene straight out of a wedding magazine. Erica clapped and cheered awkwardly, “Debra, happy birthday!”

“Thanks.”