Chapter 1081

Erica pressed Debra down into the seat. Debra sighed, “We’re already on the plane. There is no escape for me.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Erica replied. “You know, if I don’t complete the task, Caleb will punish me.”

“At least tell me where we are headed,” Debra insisted.

“It’s not far. You’ve been there before,” Erica hinted.

“I’ve been there?” Debra thought for a moment. “Is it overseas?”

Erica shook her head. Debra tried again, “Flesta?”

Erica shook her head again. “Nope. I won’t say anything.”

“Then it must be Orkgate.”

Debra hadn’t traveled much in her life, and Erica knew the few places she had been to. Besides these three locations, she hadn’t been anywhere else. Besides, the backdrop in the trailer didn’t suggest it was on a desolate island.

Erica covered Debra’s mouth and mumbled, “I didn’t say anything. You figured it out yourself. Don’t blame me for spoiling the surprise.”

Debra shook her head. “I don’t hate Orkgate, but why did Caleb choose it to be the wedding site?”

“Why else? Orkgate has the most luxurious castle. To outsiders, Orkgate might seem chaotic, but it’s a city of indulgence. For rich folks, it is the best place to retire,” Erica continued. “Caleb spent a fortune on this. Everything there is crazily expensive.”

“Let me guess. Is Drake setting the price?” Debra asked.

Erica nodded vigorously. Debra regretted not taking more from Drake when she had the chance. Now he was taking every opportunity to fleece her.

Far away in Orkgate, a man was pleading on the ground, “Mr. Lowe, please spare us.” Drake looked at the factory head with disdain. He waved his hand, and the man was dragged away.

Kale stepped forward. “Boss, it’s about dawn.”

“Do a clean job. Don’t let anyone see it,” Drake ordered, wiping the blood from his hands and tossing the handkerchief aside. “What time is Debra and Marion’s wedding?”

“The official time is in the morning,” Kale replied.

“Official time? Since when do weddings have official times?” Drake frowned.

“The Houston family announced it,” Kale replied. “They’re taking it very seriously. If we go there and make a scene, they will lose face big time.”

Drake glanced at him. “What’s the point of making Marion lose face?”

“Isn’t it meaningful?” Kale wondered aloud. Drake had always wanted to teach Marion a lesson. Now this was a great chance.

“They must be well-guarded. I don’t think we’ll get anything out of it,” Drake reasoned.

“That’s true,” Kale agreed.

“Why don’t we steal the bride instead?” Drake suggested.

“Stealing the bride?” Kale was dumbfounded.