Chapter 657

Edgar's plan was all too obvious to Debra. He intended to use her as bait to lure Marion and Juan to Flesta, allowing him to stir up trouble in Seamar City. Unbeknownst to him, he had fallen into the trap she had carefully laid.

Debra casually said, “You’ve been sticking close to Edgar. How come he sent you back?” She was aware of the truth but decided to play dumb. Chace fidgeted but soon composed himself. He replied, “Mr. Lowe is an important business partner, and I came back to oversee things.”

“Is that so?” Debra smirked. “Seems like Mr. Lowe’s pretty special.”

Back when she had been filming the show on the island, she had learned about their arrangement. Over the past few months, Edgar had lost control of his many subsidiary companies, all thanks to her meddling. His position in the Odom family was in peril. Yet, he hadn’t yet realized how great the damage was. He was still bent on taking on the McKinney Group and Oscar. All the while, his company was teetering on the edge of collapse. He only sent Chace back, thinking he could manage the situation remotely.

Fools like him always failed to see what was right in front of them. The Odom family would not last long. She didn’t mind staying and witnessing how this empire would crumble under Edgar’s own weight.

Suddenly, a deep voice interrupted her thoughts. “What’s so funny?” Drake’s question brought her back to reality. Chace had slipped away while she was lost in thought.

Debra glanced over at Drake and replied, “Oh, I was just thinking about how much influence you seem to have.”

She set her bread down and stood up. “I’m full. Enjoy your meal, Mr. Lowe.”

A group of men entered the hotel, catching sight of her heading upstairs. One of them whispered, “Hey, isn’t that the woman Reece has been looking for?” Another echoed, “Yeah, looks like it.” They took out the photo and confirmed they had found the right person.

“What a stroke of luck! Let’s deal with her tonight and collect our fee.”

“Let’s see the boss first.”

“Yeah.”

They moved quietly toward the hotel lobby, where Drake was sitting alone, sipping his coffee. One of the men approached him and reported, “Boss, you were right. There’s no mechanical issue with the plane. Edgar’s definitely up to something, leaving you stranded here.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Then scram.”

“Yes, sir.”

They quickly left the hotel. Drake stared out the window at the skyline, a sly smile playing on his lips. Things were about to get interesting.

Meanwhile, Marion and Randy were speeding toward Orkgate. Based on their calculations, if they left now, they could beat Drake, who would need to catch a connecting flight, and arrive first.

Suddenly, Marion’s phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen and saw a message from Edgar: [Debra is being held by Drake in Flesta.]

Marion’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening.

“Marion, are you set? We need to…” Randy said.

“Change the tickets. We’re heading to Flesta,” Marion said.

“What?” Randy froze. “But isn’t Debra supposed to be in Orkgate with Drake?”