Chapter 315

“Hold on tight,” Marion said, flooring the accelerator. Debra quickly fastened her seatbelt, her heart pounding as the car sped through the night. Marion ran red lights without hesitation.

When they arrived at their destination, the house was in disarray. Ben and several injured bodyguards sat in the living room. They all stood as soon as they saw Debra.

“Madam!” Ben approached, his voice grave. “Juan only took Stanley.”

“Where is Rosalie?”

“Still in the basement.”

“I’ll go take a look.”

Marion walked ahead, his stride swift and purposeful. He worried Rosalie might do something desperate to harm Debra.

As the door opened, Rosalie lunged at Debra. But before she could get close, Marion intervened, kicking her back with a swift, precise movement.

Rosalie stumbled, pleading, “Please, let Stanley go.” She had been locked up alone for less than half an hour, and the darkness was driving her nearly insane.

“Juan took Stanley. Did he do anything else? Did he leave any messages?” Debra asked.

Rosalie shook her head frantically. “Nothing. He took Stanley without a word. It was all my fault. It has nothing to do with Stanley. Please let him go.”

Unable to get any useful information, Debra frowned and turned to Ben. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” Ben nodded.

They left the basement, the door closing once more behind them. Rosalie’s cries echoed, her pleas for mercy fading into the distance.

“Let me out! Please, save my son!”

Debra had a severe headache. “Find out where Juan took Stanley within the hour.”

“I’ve already sent people to investigate, but the chances are slim,” Ben replied. Juan’s reputation in Seamar City was well-earned. The Nichols family had been powerful for a long time, their methods often underhanded and ruthless. This was likely his revenge for Stanley’s actions.

Although Debra wanted to teach Stanley a lesson, she never intended to take his life. After all, he was Ralph’s only child.

“Debra?” Marion’s voice sounded close, then distant.

She looked up, her eyes struggling to focus as Marion seemed to blur. She shook her head, trying to stay awake, but her vision remained hazy. Then she felt herself falling backward.

“Debra!” Marion called, catching her in his arms.

He felt her forehead. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven.

“She’s running a fever.” He scooped Debra into his arms and instructed Ben, “Go get a doctor now. I want them here in twenty minutes.”

“I’m on it.” Ben hurried off.

Marion glanced at Debra, who felt almost weightless in his arms. He carried her upstairs to her room, placing her gently on the bed.

The room was dimly lit. He felt Debra’s forehead again and frowned.

Ben’s voice came from outside the door. “Mr. Houston, the doctor is on the way.”

“Get some cold water,” Marion ordered.