Chapter 575 + 25 BONUS
Peter Moss, a Lowe Group manager, watched the commotion with growing irritation. He rushed over and snapped at Debra, “Bitch, Mr. Odom noticed you. Do you even know how lucky you are? Acting like this, do you not want a future in this business?”
Debra recognized him as Edgar’s companion from earlier. The atmosphere grew tense, making it clear that these people had their methods for handling disobedient actresses. As two bodyguards approached her, the security guard who had verified her invitation rushed forward, shouting, “Stop!” He whispered something to Peter, whose face instantly paled.
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Straightening his suit, Peter forced a smile and addressed Debra, his aggression replaced by an overly polite tone. “My deepest apologies, Miss. This was all a misunderstanding. Since you’re here representing the Potter Group, please, feel free to enjoy yourself. If anyone causes you any trouble, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Debra hummed in agreement and moved away. Her supposed status as a Potter Group representative, courtesy of Andrew, was merely a protective shield.
After reprimanding the guards, Peter hurried back to Edgar, bowing apologetically. “Mr. Odom, I sincerely apologize for the earlier confusion. That lady represents the Potter Group’s upper management. She’s not a participant tonight. I’m sure we can find someone else more suitable for your taste.”
“Alright.” Edgar’s chest tightened with annoyance, but he didn’t press the issue. This was, after all, a Lowe Group event, and even he needed to exercise some restraint.
Debra, from her observations, began to understand. The event was far more sinister than a typical business party. The female celebrities, actresses, and influencers weren't guests; they were prey, handpicked for the elite’s amusement.
She had noticed a common feature among the women: a faint but visible Lowe Group crest. Like cattle marked for slaughter, they were commodities, available at the whim of the powerful. The thought was sickening.
Female entrepreneurs rarely appeared in this circle, and when they did, they were usually accompanied by specific men.
As the evening progressed and the alcohol flowed freely, the atmosphere intensified. Debra observed couples stealing kisses in dark corners, while powerful male entrepreneurs brazenly propositioned women. The air was thick with a sense of decadence and opulence.
Suddenly, a drunken man staggered toward her, slurring, “Hey, beautiful, why are you all alone? Come have a drink with me.” The man, with a prominent belly, reached for Debra’s arm. However, Peter, anticipating trouble, had positioned someone behind Debra. Before the drunkard could touch her, he was swiftly apprehended and restrained.