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Chapter 583
Even now, the image of those two men trapping that woman between them still haunted Debra’s mind.
Marion immediately barked, “Head to the hospital.”
“Got it.” Randy understood the urgency.
In places like that, it was all too easy to pick up diseases.
Debra shook her head. “No need for trouble. Let’s just go home. I didn’t use their restroom, and I didn’t eat anything there.”
Marion’s
Erica advised her, “Better safe than sorry. Marion’s just worried about you.”
Randy, hands gripping the wheel, cursed under his breath, “Those bastards!”
He knew their business dabbled in dirty stuff like drugs and gambling, but to think they’d run some sickPlease check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
membership system for this filth, selling women out in the open like that at a party, it was almos
sickening.
That explained why they didn’t allow male guests to bring their wives. Even female guests from outside the entertainment circle need to be pre–approved. Only those with enough status could attend.
Once at the hospital, Debra got a thorough check–up. Only after confirming that everything was fine did they drive to the Potter Mansion.
Throughout the ride, Marion never once let go of her hand. Debra glanced at him, seeing the calm facade he usually wore, but beneath it, there was a storm brewing
She finally spoke, trying to ease the tension. “I went there on my own to gather information. You don’t need to be so tense.”
Marion squeezed her hand tighter, his voice dropping lower. “I know.”
He knew all too well. Debra was smart, far from ordinary. She was quick, resourceful, and capable of getting herself out of tight situations. But the moment he saw her change out of that dress, he’d pieced it together.
The Lowe Group was dangerous. Even though Debra had managed to slip through unscathed this time, it wouldn’t always be that way.
By the time they reached the Potter Mansion, it was already past midnight.
Marion booted open the door to the study room, where Andrew was polishing a photo frame on his desk. “You’re back.”
“I should kill you.”
The others might not know, but Andrew did. He had been fully aware of what went down at the so–called banquet from the start. And still, he’d sent Debra right into the lion’s den.
Andrew’s smile didn’t waver. “Come on, she made it back in one piece, didn’t she? Besides, she was under my protection. The Lowe Group has its rules. She was never going to be harassed.”
You didn’t tell her what she was going to face.”
“I did. I told her it was dangerous and that she should stay low–key. And it seems like I was right about both.”
Marion’s eyes burned with a murderous glint.
Andrew, unfazed, set the frame down. “She hasn’t come to me with complaints. Yet here you are, storming in like this. Guess that means you’re really into her.”
“You already know that.”
Marion’s feelings for Debra had been clear for a long time. They were friends, and he had hoped Andrew wouldn’t push things too far. Yet, here they were.
Erica poked her head through the door, her voice cutting through the tension. “What’s going on here? Debra’s starting to list names.”
“Better go and see how much she remembers,” Andrew said, wheeling himself toward the door.