NovelBookChapter 727 Chapter 727 Debra stared defiantly at Drake, whose eyes were filled with amusement.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe scoffed, "A powerful CEO like you, resorting to something as crude as kidnapping? When word of this leaks out, your carefully polished reputation in Orkgate will crumble." In Orkgate, Drake was feared by all. But behind the impenetrable façade, Debra knew the truth. Drake was nothing more than a twisted man reveling in control and cruelty.
Drake's smile widened. "Marion has done worse things than I ever have. Didn't he tell you? I guess he doesn't trust you enough to be honest. Or maybe he's afraid to show you his true colors." He plucked a rose from the table and added, "I wonder if you knew all of Marion's dirty secrets, would you still be so eager to becMrs. Houston?" They had risen from the sruthless underworld. Marion was just luckier than him.
Kale touched his earpiece, his face tightening. "Boss, Marion's men are here." Debra instinctively shifted, her muscles tensing to rise. But Drake's predatory stare pinned her in place.
She forced herself to remain calm, her voice measured. "There's no real conflict between us. What do you expect to gain from kidnapping me? Marion isn't the type to throw his life away over a woman." Drake's expression flickered with indifference. "You're right. I thought Marion might rush to Orkgate the moment his fiancée was taken. But maybe I overestimated him." He grabbed her chin roughly and sneered, "It seems you're not as important to Marion as I think." Losing interest, he released her roughly, raising his hand in a lazy gesture. "Get rid of them. I don't want Marion's people dirtying my city." "Yes, boss." Kale immediately moved to carry out the command.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA cold knot of dread coiled tighter in Debra's stomach. In this city, Drake was lawless.
"Lock her up." "Yes, boss." Kale gripped Debra's arm, yanking her to her feet. Lara quickly followed behind them.
As they led her through the sprawling corridors of the estate, Debra's mind worked quickly, committing every detail of the layout to memory. The mansion was a labyrinth of winding halls, its air thick with history.
She realized they were heading toward the basement. Before long, they arrived at a wine cellar, the scent of aged wine filling the cold, damp air.
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