Drake realized who he was facing.


    "Sir, back when Ralph lost a fortune gambling at our ce, it triggered the copse of the Frazier family. I suspect that Debra is getting close to you for ulterior motives. Should we..." Peter said, slicing a finger across his throat. "No. Leave her to me," Drake responded calmly.


    Peter blinked, surprised. "You''re going to handle this yourself? Isn''t that too much trouble?"


    "You mentioned she''s filming some reality show on our ind?" Drake inquired.


    "Yes, but due to some public bacsh, the filming has been paused. However, their lease is still valid, so I doubt the crew or the guests will be leaving any time soon," Peter replied.


    "Make preparations. I feel like switching up my vacation spot," Drake said.


    "Sir, Debra isn''t the only one on the ind. Juan is there too. Should we..." Peter reasoned.


    Drake''s eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me how to run my affairs?"


    "N-no, sir," Peter stammered, bowing his head.


    "Do as I say."


    "Yes, sir."


    Once Peter was alone, Drake''s gaze drifted back to the photo of Debra on hisputer screen. A cold smile crossed his face.


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    The night was deep when Debra woke up, her body aching all over. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, hearing a soft voice outside the door. "Ms. Frazier is awake."


    Before she knew it, the maid turned on the light and asked, "Ms. Frazier, are you feeling alright?"


    "My head feels heavy," Debra muttered, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue.


    At least, it was much better than how she''d felt earlier in the day.


    She took in the room''s décor and asked, "Where am I?"


    This wasn''t the house rented by the production team.


    "We are..."


    Before the maid could finish, Marion entered with a bowl of oatmeal.


    "This is Mr. Andrew''s house," he said as he approached.


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    The door creaked open. Randy and William, both sporting dark circles under their eyes, shuffled into the room.


    Debra raised an eyebrow, pointing at their eyes. "What''s with those?"


    William responded, "Ms. Frazier, I''m Mr. Andrew Potter''s private doctor, William."


    He took a step closer with a gentlemanly ir. "Ms. Frazier, allow me to check on you."


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    Debraughed softly. "How long have you guys been up?"


    Randy rubbed his temples. "Me? Three days. I slept a bit on the ne."


    Pointing to William, he added, "This guy? A day. He got airsick."


    William grumbled, "I wanted to sleep, but Mr. Houston wouldn''t let us. Said you might wake up and need a doctor. So, we spent the night ying cards. It was fun, though."