From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

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.

“This way, please.”

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.

“If you don’t like the layout of the room, I’ll have them rearrange it.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“No need. I like it very much.”

She looked around the immaculate space, her eyes widening in awe.

The butler nodded. “Alright. If you need anything, just press the button by the wall, and someone will come to assist you.”

Thank you.”

Once the butler left, Debra took a moment to explore her surroundings. The decor was not only elegant but also strikingly clean, as if everything had been meticulously arranged just for her.

And the 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 Marion’s relationship with Andrew, it seemed plausible.

Just as she was lost in thought, a soft knock echoed through the room.

“Come in.”

The door opened to reveal a bodyguard wheeling in Andrew, Dressed in a crisp white shirt, Andrew looked a bit pale but otherwise refined. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

Debra shook her head. “Of course not. I want to thank you for getting me out.”

Andrew said calmly, “I didn’t mean to disturb your rest, but my people found something that I thought you would want to know.”

“Is it about the shortfall?”

“Yes,” Andrew.confirmed, but Debra read something else in his gaze.

“Is it related to my family?”

The Frazier Group’s accounts were intricately linked to the Frazier family, and she dreaded the thought of any involvement.

She didn’t want to suspect her family, but the shortfall couldn’t happen overnight. The people she had offended, or those wanting her downfall, didn’t have the means to tamper with the accounts.

And Pedro had confirmed the truth in this matter. It wasn’t some deliberate fabrication.

“Take a look at this,” Andrew said, handing her a document.

The cover was marked with the Potter family’s seal. Debra opened it to find a thick stack of papers- promissory 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.

“Uncle Ralph?” Debra’s 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.

Andrew’s voice was measured, but his words cut deep. “Mr. Frazier wasn’t good at managing. In fact, when you joined his family with the family assets, the Frazier Group was in deficit within three years. If it weren’t for your family’s solid foundation, the company might have fallen apart long ago.”