Chapter 572

Spoke of the devil, and he called.

“I need to take this call,” Debra said, getting up and moving to the side.

“Mr. Andrew Potter, what’s up?”

“Come to my office.”

“What’s so urgent that it can’t wait?”

“I’ve already sent someone to pick you up. They should be there now.”

“But I’m at Mr. Houston Sr.’s house.”

“I know.”

His calm, measured voice was unnerving, as if he knew her every move. Debra’s brows furrowed even deeper.

“Is this necessary?”

“Bring Marion with you.”

Before Debra could respond, Andrew hung up. She glanced at Marion and walked back.

“Mr. Houston Sr., I have some business to take care of with Marion. We need to leave.”

Marion stood up without hesitation, seemingly ready to leave long before Debra mentioned it. Although Caleb looked a little disappointed, he didn’t try to keep them. With a sigh, he waved for someone to escort them out.

As they stepped through the gate, a sleek luxury car waited at the edge of the driveway. Debra immediately recognized it as one of Andrew’s. They got into the car, taking the backseat.

The Potter Group’s headquarters was always bustling, but today seemed unusually hectic. Upon arriving, Debra and Marion were ushered into a conference room. There, Andrew sat with an uncharacteristically grim expression.

“Drake is here,” he announced.

At the mention of the name, a chill ran down Debra’s spine. She knew the name well—too well. Drake was infamous both domestically and internationally. Even in her previous life, Debra had heard of him. If Marion was a king who fought his way to power through bloodshed, then Drake was the shadowy puppeteer behind the scenes, controlling everything from the darkness. Even though Marion was involved in the underworld, he had a strict code for his men. Drugs, gambling, and trafficking were prohibited. Drake was different. He was the embodiment of vice. His empire was built on broken lives, destroyed families, and shattered dreams.

She wondered what Drake was doing here in Seamar City. According to her past-life memories, he should have had no connection to this city. She narrowed her eyes and asked, “Drake is based in Orkgate. Why would he suddenly come to Seamar City?”

Andrew replied, “Officially, he’s here on vacation. But who knows what his real agenda is?” He turned his gaze to Marion and added, “This is an opportunity. We need to move faster.”

“How long is he staying?”

“A month.”

Debra could tell something was off. “Who takes a month-long vacation just to visit another city? Drake doesn’t seem like the type to have that much free time.”

Andrew gave a casual shrug. “Maybe he wants to check out Seamar City’s beaches. After all, Orkgate is landlocked.”

Debra rolled her eyes. That was impossible; someone like Drake wouldn’t care about beaches. She looked straight at Andrew. “You’ve already got a plan, right?”

“Yes,” he admitted with a grin. “But I’ll need your help.”

Debra’s eyes hardened. “You mentioned before that Drake’s company had a hand in luring Ralph into gambling, which ultimately led to my and Marion’s parents’ deaths. If that’s the case, it’s not me who’s doing you a favor. We’re all in this together.”