Chapter 773

“Sorry,” Frederic said curtly before leading Debra to the second room on the left. As soon as the door closed, Debra was stunned by the room's decor. The lighting was dim, casting a faint red glow. Red curtains hung over a double waterbed, and one wall was covered with various instruments of torture.

Debra felt a chill, and just then, Frederic’s hoarse voice came from behind her, “Scared?” Debra quickly turned around, only to see Frederic approaching her step by step. From the next room, Ava’s screams could be heard, and Debra finally realized that the rooms on the third floor were designed to cater to the depraved desires of wealthy people.

“Don’t come near me,” Debra warned. She stumbled and fell onto the waterbed, but Frederic didn’t make any move on her. Instead, he walked past her, reached for the lamp by the bed, and turned it off. Debra noticed a faint red light blinking in the darkness. It was undoubtedly a camera.

Frederic removed a tiny camera hidden on the lamp and then went around the room, switching off all the devices. He quickly found and dismantled several miniature cameras and listening devices. Finally, after ensuring with his phone that no other hidden equipment remained, Frederic placed a pile of cameras in front of Debra.

“These…”

“Now it should be easier for us to talk.”

His voice sounded eerie in the quiet room. Debra could hear the sounds coming from the next room, along with cries from other rooms upstairs and across the hall. Almost instantly, she realized this place was a massive den of prostitution. And the mastermind behind all of this was Drake.

“The third floor and above are dangerous. I know you’re investigating, but I advise you to leave as soon as possible,” Frederic said as he tossed his phone in front of Debra. “Call whoever you need to call. Have them pick you up.”

“You know who I’m trying to contact?” Debra asked warily.

For the first time they met, Frederic had urged her to leave the engagement banquet. Now, at their second encounter, he was showing her the illegal dealings behind the casino and helping her escape from Drake. But in Debra’s memory, whether in her past life or this one, there was no trace of Frederic. She knew all the rich families in Seamar City, yet she had never heard of anyone named Frederic.

“Hurry up and leave. This isn’t a place for you to play detective,” Frederic said, grabbing Debra’s arm and pushing her toward the door before she could ask anything more. Then he slammed the door and shut her outside. A patroller spotted her and frowned.

“What’s going on? Did you fail to serve the guest properly?”

“I…”

“You looking for trouble? Come with me.”

The patroller grabbed Debra’s arm and began dragging her down the hall. Just then, Harland appeared, having heard the commotion. Upon seeing Debra, he rushed over and shouted, “Stop! How dare you lay a hand on Ms. Frazier?”