"Yes, Miss Sharp," the chauffeur replied, deftly steering the car toward the Lowe Mansion. Kale came out into the courtyard, his face taut as he spotted Yvonne stepping out of the car.


    He said, "Mr. Lowe is resting. This might not be the best time for a visit, Miss Sharp."


    Yvonne cast a pointed nce at the mansion, its windows flickering with light, and arched an eyebrow. "Is he really resting, or is he inside with another woman?" Kale frowned. "Miss Sharp, you''re overstepping."


    With a smirk ying on her lips, Yvonne replied, "The Sharp and Lowe families share a long history. I was just joking."


    Turning to her chauffeur, she ordered, "Take the car back and tell my dad that I''ll be staying here."


    "Yes, Miss Sharp," her driver responded, leaving Kale more apprehensive than before.


    "Miss Sharp, I don''t think this is appropriate," he said.


    "What''s inappropriate about it? I''m going to be living here eventually," she said nonchntly.


    She was ready to get in, but Kale blocked her path. "Miss Sharp, without Mr. Lowe''s explicit permission, I can''t let you in."


    Yvonne immediately took out her phone and dialed Drake''s number.


    It rang only once before his deep voice rumbled through the line, "What''s up?"


    "I''m at your door, and Kale''s blocking me," she stated tly, setting the call to the speaker.


    Drake was silent for a moment before ordering, "Let her in."


    "Yes, boss," Kale muttered, stepping aside to allow Yvonne to stride into the mansion.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    The door to Debra''s room creaked open, pulling her from the edge of sleep. Groggily, she rubbed her eyes and squinted into the dim light. "What''s going on?"


    Lara quietly closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. "Mr. Lowe sent me to tell you to stay in your room for a while."


    "What is it this time?"


    "It''s Miss Sharp. She''s here."


    "Miss Sharp?"


    Debra remembered the woman. She was destined to be Drake''s fiancée.


    Just then, the sound of high heels


    echoed ominously in the hallway Lara quickly flicked off the lights, but the person outside halted outside.


    Kale''s voice drifted through the door. "Mr. Lowe is waiting for you in the study." Debra''s mind raced with questions. ''A meeting in the study? That sounds formal.''


    "I think this guest room will do just fine," Yvonne replied. "I''ll stay here."


    Kale stated, "Mr. Lowe invited you to stay in the master bedroom."


    Debra''s breath hitched at that. The master bedroom was Drake''s room.


    "Alright, I''ll go wait for him in his room. Tell him not to keep me waiting," Yvonne replied, the click of her heels fading as she walked away.


    Lara exhaled in relief and turned the lights back on. "If Miss Sharp finds out you''re here, things will be disastrous."


    Debra''s curiosity peaked. "And if she discovers me?"


    "She''ll kill you," Lara replied seriously.


    Debra narrowed her eyes, the


    tension thickening. The Sharp family and the Lowe family were deeply entwined, and she recalled how, in her past life, Drake had married Yvonne as part of a strategio alliance.


    s won


    But the thought of Yvonne''s ruthless disregard for others sent a chill


    down her spine. She wonderer the


    Sharps were also participants in those crimes.