The three men around Debra froze.

They all knew Michael was one of her most trusted people.

Since the founding of the McKinney Group, he had been there. He was, without a doubt, the person she relied on the most.

"At that time, I was in my room trying to piece together the Illuminati''s and Fermin''s motives. Even if Marion was hiding things from me, it didn''t mean our misunderstanding had to keep getting worse," she exined. "We could just talk things out. That wouldn''t work for whoever was pulling the strings. They needed someone to step in, pull me away from Marion, and create conflict between us."

She paused and added, "Everyone was reaching out to me, trying to figure out what was going on. But Michael? He only called once. The moment I answered, I was hoping he wouldn''t ask me to meet him. But he did."

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"Yeah. I started to suspect him, but I couldn''t be sure the house wasn''t bugged. So, I had to y along and get out of there first. Even in Michael''s car, I didn''t fully trust him. Last night, I had a gun on me."

Drake scowled, "This is serious. Why didn''t you tell us? What if Michael really had turned on you? A gun wouldn''t help."

"But he didn''t," she sighed. "He didn''t drive off right away. Instead, he handed me a chalkboard, telling me this was all a scheme. We didn''t speak or use our phones. We didn''t want to risk being overheard or tracked."

Jordan asked, "And then? What did he say?"

"Last year, Michael won the Best Actor award. Finding another A-list superstar like him in this country is nearly impossible. He''s practically the face of the industry. A while ago, I sent him overseas to expand his career, and he became a regr at For Peace. It was all forworking, but the night I sent him the Illuminati''s emblem, he noticed something. That nightclub''s logo looked eerily simr to the Illuminati''s symbol," she replied, turning to Drake. "You used to work with Marion overseas. Ever heard of this club?"

Drake nodded. "The hottest nightclub abroad? Who hasn''t? But I never paid attention to their logo. I mean, who even notices a nightclub''s branding?"

"Exactly." Debra exined, "The logo isn''t disyed outside. Instead, they stamp it on your hand when you enter. It''s only visible under UV light, so most people wouldn''t even realize it''s there. Michael and I decided to beat them in their own game. He took me there under the pretext of healing my broken heart and to make sure we drew attention, arranged for the service of their top male escorts."

"And what does that have to do with investigating the nightclub?"

"They''re basically the club''s PR agents. The Illuminati built a high-end, insanely popr club in a prime location for one reason. They''re targeting wealthy businessmen and industry elites. Those escorts are bridges."