From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

The man screamed as his arm was twisted painfully behind him, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. “What the hell? You can’t treat me like this. I’m one of your highest–level members!” he hollered, struggling against the guard’s grip. “I’ll report this. I’m gonna report all of you!”

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Debra furrowed her brows, surprised this party would operate under a membership

Before she could gather her thoughts, Peter rushed over, attempting to diffuse the situation. “My sincerest apologies, sir, but this lady is one of our VIP guests.”

“VIP my ass!” the man spat. “If she’s such a big deal, why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ve set my sights on her, and no one’s gonna stop me.”

The moment he refused to back down, Peter’s smile vanished. His voice dropped, cold and unforgiving. The Lowe Group has its rules, sir. And if you don’t follow them, you’ll be disrupting Mr. Lowe’s event.”

The drunken man, now emboldened by alcohol, scoffed. “Screw your rules. I’ve spent a fortune at your place, and now I can’t even touch a girl? I want Drake to come talk to me.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gasps echoed around the room. The man’s audacity left the guests stunned. Suddenly, a deep, menacing voice cut through the tension.

“You called for me?”

The man’s body tensed. He slowly turned, his eyes wide with fear as he looked up to see none other than Drake, descending from the second floor.

Debra followed everyone’s gaze and spotted the infamous man making his entrance. He sat down in a grand armchair, exuding power and control..

Drake wore an immaculate black tailcoat, whose elegance contrasted with the danger he radiated. He played absentmindedly with a vintage lighter, his every movement deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. Half of his face was hidden by a mask, but what was visible was enough to freeze anyone in their tracks–sharp features, pale skin, and a chilling intensity in his gray eyes.

Unlike Marion, Drake was something far darker. There was a deathly stillness about him, an inhuman ruthlessness that permeated the room.

“M–Mr. Lowe,” the man stammered, his bravado crumbling as he realized the gravity of his situation. “I–l didn’t mean anything by it. I was just drunk and talking nonsense. Please, forget what I said.”

The man trembled, clearly knowing what fate awaited those who crossed Drake.

No one dared break Drake’s rules, and no one dared challenge him.

Debra’s mind raced as she remembered Andrew’s warning. “Drake is like a bomb. Get on his bad side, and he’ll bite you like a snake slowly and painfully.”

She held hier breath, willing herself to disappear,

Fortunately, Drake didn’t notice Debra at all. His intention was solely on the man who had been boasting earlier.

“Let me recall your name.”

Peter stepped up beside Drake and said, “Sir, that’s Kai Dawson, the minor boss of a logistics company.”

Drake rested his cheek on his hand, leaning back into the sofa.

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