Andrew subtly averted his gaze. "You two go ahead. The medical facilities overseas are more advanced and will be helpful for Debra''s rehabilitation. Don''t worry about Seamar City. After the stunt Debra pulled, Drake won''t be able to establish any businesses here for a while. Since he''s creating rumors overseas, he won''t stay in Seamar City for long. I''m sure he''s already left."


    "Alright," Marion said, leading Debra out of the room.


    Debra saw his serious expression and asked, "Is the situation very tricky?"


    "It''s manageable."


    "If it were manageable, you wouldn''t look like this."


    Marion stopped in his tracks, and she pressed, "If those overseas assets are taken away, what will happen?"


    "I''ve been managing overseas businesses for years to open up a market there. My parents'' deaths are connected to overseas interests," Marion replied.


    "Do you mean the Lowe family was not behind your and my parents'' deaths?" she asked.


    "No, the Lowe family is involved, but it was the previous generation''s doing. Investigating it is difficult," Marion exined.


    Debra held his hand firmly. "Then we should set off immediately."


    "Alright," Marion agreed.


    ...


    At New Age, Gand had his legs propped up on the desk, leaning back in his chair with a newspaper covering his face.


    "Sir," his secretary began, "yesterday, Drake took Miss Eaton back overseas. Mr. Eaton Sr. has ordered you to leave Seamar City. You shoulde back with us." "Hmm? Are you done?" Gand muttered, as if he had just woken up.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    He sat up and took off his ck-framed sses, revealing a mole under his eyes. His aura changedpletely.


    "I''ve grown quite fond of this ce," Gand said, stretchingzily.


    He then opened a drawer to take a pair


    Secrgold-rimmed sses.


    y quickly helped him j


    suit jacket.


    out


    his


    "Drake was furious about your absence from the banquet. Mr. Eaton Sr. might ask you for an exnation."


    "So? Are you going to exin it to him for me?"


    "I wouldn''t dare."


    "If you''re not going to exin, why are you in such a hurry? Even if the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up," Gand said, measuring the secretary''s height. "How tall are you?"


    "5 feet 11 inches," the secretary replied.


    "Not as tall as me." Gand nodded, straightening his suit.


    A bodyguard opened the office door. Outside, dozens of bodyguards


    stood in rows, bowing. rows, bowing. "Good day,


    Mr. Eaton." Content.ne


    As Gand headed toward a private jet parked outside, the pedestrians quickly made way for him.


    "Whose private jet is this? Don''t you know you can''t park here?" a policeman shouted, rushing over.


    Gand pushed a stack of money into the policeman''s hands and boarded the jet coolly. Adjusting his sses, he said, "Goodbye to Seamar City. I''m going home."