Chapter 577

Kai scrambled to Drake’s feet, groveling. “Mr. Lowe, I just drank too much. I’d never dare cause trouble in front of you. I’m so sorry.” He punctuated his words by slapping himself across the face.

Drake seemed amused, but Peter said, “Sir, this guy’s a regular here. He’s one of our VIP members. Maybe we should…”

“Drag him out,” Drake interrupted. “Give him ten beautiful women as compensation.”

Everyone froze, clearly surprised. Debra frowned, thinking this seemed more like a reward than punishment. Even Kai looked stunned. He hadn’t expected such a golden opportunity, considering the money he’d poured into the Lowe Group to become a top-tier member. He felt this was his rightful treatment.

But as Kai was about to offer thanks, Drake’s cold voice cut through the air. “That new batch of medicine we received? Give it all to him. He can leave once he’s finished every last bit.”

Kai blinked. “M-medicine? What medicine?”

“Something to boost your stamina,” Drake smirked. “Don’t worry, it’s just a few pounds. I’m sure you’ll handle it fine.”

Kai’s face drained of color. That much would ruin his body and soul. This wasn’t a reward, but a death sentence. “Mr. Lowe, please spare me. If I take that much, I’ll die. Please, have mercy,” he pleaded.

Drake lost interest, waving his hand. “Take him.”

“Yes, sir.” Peter gave a sharp nod, and two men grabbed Kai by the collar, dragging him out like a rag doll.

Debra felt a chill. Drake’s method was cruel, almost inhuman, yet no one seemed fazed. It was as if they’d seen this too many times before. Kai, a successful businessman, had been reduced to an insect crushed under Drake’s foot.

Drake’s gaze landed on Debra, and she instinctively turned her head. The small gesture caught his eye even more.

“Mr. Lowe, should I bring that lady over?” Peter asked, following Drake’s gaze.

Drake’s voice was casual. “Who is she with?”

“She’s likely with someone from the Potter Group.”

Drake raised an eyebrow. “Then I’ll take a look myself.”

He stood, and the room fell silent. Even Peter hadn’t expected Drake to personally intervene. In full view of everyone, Drake moved toward Debra, his presence suffocating. There was no escape.

Not far away, Edgar noticed. Even though Debra wore a mask, he recognized her instantly. “What is she doing here?” he muttered.

Debra, already cornered by Drake, was asked, “Are you with Andrew?”

“Something like that.”

“His mistress, or…”

“Mr. Lowe, this is a private matter. I prefer not to answer.”

Peter gave a nervous cough. Under normal circumstances, anyone daring to speak to Drake like that would face serious consequences.