The next morning, Lara presented a gown to Debra. "Ms. Frazier, this is a custom-made dress for you from Mr. Lowe."


    "When was this ordered?" Debra asked, eyeing the white gown.


    "After yourst escape," Lara replied.


    Debra examined the luxurious fabric. The mermaid cut would make it difficult to run. Drake had clearly put a lot of thought into this.


    "I don''t like white," Debra muttered. "Take it away. I won''t wear it."


    "He wants to take you to the monthly g of the Lowe Group," Lara said meaningfully.


    Debra took the hint. It was likely the same type of event Drake had hosted back at Seamar City.


    She just couldn''t figure out why he wanted her there.


    Downstairs, Liza was enjoying her morning tea. Noticing Cathryn''s distraction, she asked, "Is something wrong? You''ve been acting strange since yesterday. Is it because of Debra?" "No, it''s not," Cathryn replied, trying to hide her anxiety.


    "You shouldn''t have invited her here," Lizained. "She is putting on airs, sitting on the glory of being Mrs. Houston."


    Irritated, she turned to a nearby maid and ordered, "Go upstairs and bring Debra down here."


    "Yes, Miss Eaton," the maid replied, hurrying upstairs.


    Cathryn''s heart raced. She knew Drake had brought Debra here as a captive, and there was no way he would let her leave the room so easily.


    Upstairs, the maid knocked on the door to Debra''s room. "Mrs. Houston, Miss Eaton requests your presence downstairs."


    "I understand," Debra replied, opening the door still in her nightgown.


    Lara chimed in with a raised voice, "Mrs. Houston, you mentioned you weren''t feeling well earlier. I don''t think you should go out."


    Debra paused and looked back at


    her. "Miss Eaton has invited me. How can I refuse? Please inform Mr. Lowe that I''m not sneaking out. I don''t want him to get the wrong idea."  en


    "Will do," Lara replied.


    As Debra followed the maid downstairs to the hall, Liza was outraged to see her dressed in her nightgown. "Who told you toe down here dressed like that?


    Debra spread her arms. "We''re all girls. Is my nightgown inappropriate?"


    "It''s unsuitable," Liza huffed.


    "I don''t believe you''ve never worn something like this, Miss Eaton," Debra retorted.


    Liza''s face was flushed with anger. "We''re not even close. Are you trying to upset Cathryn?"


    The nightgown was too sexy. As everyone knew Debra was Marion''s wife, her attire seemed deliberately provocative.


    "What? No," Debra denied it.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    She had been brought there in her nightgown the previous day and had no other clothes to wear except the gown Drake had provided. Unfortunately, Liza had a bias against Debra and could twist even the smallest incident into something sinister.


    "But you are," Liza snorted. "Cathryn


    kindly invited you here, but you''re ying games in return. Leave my house immediately. Don''t let me see your face."


    "Liza..." Cathryn tried to intervene.


    "Don''t stop me. I don''t want her here," Liza insisted.