Randy frowned. "What do you mean? Jordan doesn''t want to see us?"

"It''s Mrs. Houston," replied the guard. "She doesn''t receive anyone for now."

"I don''t buy it. She just messaged mest night." Erica turned to the house and shouted, "Debra, it''s me. We''vee to see you."

"Miss Mathis, please don''t make noises here," the guard reminded her.

Erica and Randy had stayed at the Potter Mansion before, so they were familiar with the guards.

"We''ve met before," she said. "Name the price."

"This isn''t about money." The guard stood his ground.

"Do I need to force my way in?" Erica twisted her wrists.

The guard took a step back, grabbed his walkie-talkie, and spoke into it.

In an instant, the rms went off, and a group of highly trained bodyguards rushed up.

Ericaughed, "Is this what Jordan is up to? Acting like some kind of gangster boss, using top-level security like this. When Andrew was around, we never had to deal with all this."

"ording to Mr. Jordan Potter, Mrs. Houston''s safety is the top priority. Miss Mathis, please don''t make things difficult for us."

"Fine. I won''t make it hard for you. I''ll call Debra. If she wants to see me, you''ll step aside."

"That won''t work."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Jordan Potter forbids anyone connected to Mr. Houston to enter. Please leave now."

"Dammit!" Erica rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight.

Randy quickly stepped in front of her. "Take it easy."

"I can''t," she fumed. "Marion refuses toe back, and Debra wouldn''t see us. What are they thinking?"

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"I don''t think Jordan means it this way," Randy said. "Let''s just go back for now."

Erica gave in and followed him back to the car.

Debra watched thoughtfully from the second floor.

Jordan asked, "You really won''t see them?"

"I can''t," she replied. "The members of the Illuminati are watching closely to get Drake. If I bring Erica and Randy into this, things will get worse. Right now, the impression is that I''m still mad at Marion. If I see them now, the n will fall apart."

"You always think of others. When are you going to think about yourself?" he said.

She paused and smiled, "I''ve always been selfish. Not letting them in suits my best interest."

"I don''t buy it," he said.