Michael''s senses immediately went on high alert as the car deviated from its intended route. The driver replied in a low voice, "Ms. Frazier, there''s no need for concern. Our master simply wishes to see you. There''s no ill intent." "You master?" Debra''s mind raced.


    "You


    She didn''t know many people in Seamar City, and there were only a handful of people who could know her itinerary and rece her driver.


    While she was lost in thought, Michael pulled out a small knife hidden in her sleeve. Debra quickly grabbed his hand.


    Michael frowned, his eyes filled with concern and a silent question. Debra shook her head subtly.


    The driver didn''t seem to harbor any malicious intent. If they wanted to harm her, they could have done so without going through such borate measures.


    Since they wanted to see her, it meant they had something to say. The long night stretched ahead, and Debra decided to meet this mysterious r


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    The car soon pulled up to a familiar location. As Debra''s eyesnded on the sign of the house, she realized the person wanting to meet her was Andrew.


    "Where''s the knife?" Debra suddenly asked.


    Michael was confused. She exined, "I don''t want to meet him."


    Though her interactions with Andrew had been limited, she knew his character. Andrew was an


    unscrupulous person whom she could never quite read.


    Each time she saw him, she was reminded of the chilling incident when he had ordered someone thrown from the second floor. The memory sent a shiver down her spine. "I''ll take you away," Michael said.


    But as he stepped out of the car, two security guards subdued him.


    "Sorry, Mr. Austin. Our master wants to meet Ms. Frazier alone."


    Michael was furious, but he knew he couldn''t beat so many people and take Debra away.


    Debra rubbed her temples, knowing she had no choice but to meet Andrew.


    She turned to the butler. "I''ll go with you, but you mustn''t touch my people."


    The butler offered her a polite, reassuring smile. "Ms. Frazier, don''t worry. Mr. Austin is a guest. We''ll treat him well. Our master just wants to have a few words with you. You don''t need to be afraid. Once the conversation is over, we''ll send both you and Mr. Austin back." Debra braced herself for the uing meeting, but the thought of facing Andrew still made her skin crawl.


    The Potter Mansion looked the same as it had during herst visit, when she had celebrated Jordan''s birthday. Though she asionally kept in touch with Jordan, he had been.unpredictabletely, oftent


    disappearing without a word. She hadn''t thought much of it until now.


    As they walked, Debra asked the butler, "Where''s Jordan? Why isn''t he home?"


    The butler replied, "Mr. Jordan Potter went abroad a few months ago and hasn''t returned."


    "Abroad?" Debra echoed, her steps faltering slightly.


    She hadn''t known about this. Jordan had never mentioned going abroad to her.


    The butler led Debra upstairs, and she soon found herself standing before Andrew, who was in a wheelchair.


    On the second floor, Andrew was sitting in the same spot on the rooftop, his back turned to her.


    Debra walked over and asked, "Mr. Andrew Potter, you wanted to see me?"


    Andrew slightly raised his hand, and the butler brought over a chair, cing it next to him. At Andrew''s gesture, Debra stiffly sat down, subconsciously trying to put as much distance between them as possible.