From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297 

Rosalie’s eyes glinted with a cold, calculating ruthlessness as she dragged Ralph towards the sofa. 

“Now’s the time. Get Debra into Juan’s bed. The Nichols family has stricter rules than ours. Melody is not one to be trifled with. As long as Debra is still Juan’s wife, they won’t tolerate her controlling the Frazier family. Then we can find a way to take over the company.” 

“I’ll drop Debra off at the hotel. Mom, you handle things here.” 

“Okay.. 

Stanley glanced down at Debra, who lay unconscious on the floor. With a grunt, he effortlessly hoisted her onto his shoulder and strode out of the room. In the garage, he threw her into the backseat of his car. 

Outside the villa, Ben was waiting anxiously for Debra’s news when a sports car zoomed past him. A sense of unease washed over him, and he called Debra. He waited for a long time, but no one was answering. 

“Shit!” he muttered, his heart pounding in his chest. Feeling the urgency of the situation, Ben immediately called Marion. 

“Hello?” 

“Mr. Houston, Ms. Frazier might be in trouble,” Ben said, his voice laced with concern as he started the engine and chased after the sports car. 

Stanley was driving fast, but Ben could only catch fleeting glimpses of its 

rear end. 

“Send me the real–time location. I’ll head over now,” Marion said, hanging up. 

He had planned to find Debra and clear things up, but now, it seemed, she was in grave danger. His car, already halfway toward the Frazier family’s villa, screeched as he changed direction. 

Stanley’s car pulled into the Sapphire Hotel’s garage. He glanced back at Debra, his expression darkening. “Debra, this is all your fault. You took what 

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rightfully belonged to me.” 

He lifted her onto his shoulder once more. “Why couldn’t you just be Mrs. Nichols? Why did you have to go against Juan? I’m doing this for the Frazier family. You’ll need to thank me once you wake up.” 

It took him a lot of effort to carry Debra to room 8023. 

The room was empty, and he threw Debra onto the bed. With a smirk, he tore at Debra’s clothes and took several photos with his phone. 

Then he dimmed the lights and quietly left the room. In the parking lot, he jumped back into his sports car and, after confirming no one was following, sped off into the night. 

When Debra groggily came to, her head was throbbing with pain. She saw only dim lighting and the unfamiliar surroundings of a hotel room. Her mind raced as she recalled the events leading up to her unconsciousness. 

“You’re awake.”