Chapter 774

The patrollers stiffened, clueless about who Debra was. Harland rushed forward, his smile stretched thin. “Ms. Frazier, what are you doing here?”

Debra replied with feigned anger, “The guests here are crazy. I was just heading to the bathroom when someone grabbed me and dragged me here, trying to put their hands on me.” The lie slipped effortlessly from her lips, and Harland’s face flushed with shock. “Who is so bold? Are you alright, Ms. Frazier? This isn’t a place for you to be. Let me take you downstairs.”

“No need,” she said with a pout. “Where’s Drake? I want him to explain himself.”

Harland hesitated. “Uh, Mr. Lowe is currently unavailable.”

“Unavailable?” Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Is he entertaining someone on this floor?”

Harland waved his hand. “No, you misunderstand. Mr. Lowe is devoted to you. Didn’t he just snap at Miss Sharp for your sake? How could there be anyone else?”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“I don’t believe you. I’m going to check it out.”

Without waiting for Harland’s reply, she spun on her heels and dashed down the hall toward a corner where she and Frederic had earlier reached. “Ms. Frazier! You can’t go in there!” Harland cried out, chasing after her. But it was too late. Debra had already reached the door to Drake’s room, where Kale stood guard, his face stern.

“Ms. Frazier? What are you doing on the third floor?”

Debra didn’t hear any sound coming from inside the room, and her suspicion grew. “I…” she began, but her words were cut off by a commotion inside. “Get out!” Drake’s furious voice boomed from behind the door, and the next moment, a woman, disheveled and terrified, burst through the door. She nearly collided with Debra, who seized the moment to slip inside the room.

Inside, the scene was unexpected. Drake’s room was unlike Frederic’s. It looked like any ordinary hotel room, and everything was normal.

Chapter 774

Drake pulled on a black shirt and narrowed his eyes. “Boss,” Kale followed her in, “I’ll take her away.”

“No need,” Drake muttered. Then, without warning, his hand shot out to grab Debra’s neck. Debra choked, her breath stolen by the sudden pressure.

“Are you insane?”

“Insane?”

Drake released her, and she collapsed onto the floor. “You impressed me with your dirty tricks.”

“What tricks? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re the only one who’s been in that lounge today. Who else could have drugged me?”

Debra’s confusion was genuine, but as Drake’s fury continued to simmer, the realization hit her like a slap. He had drunk the tea prepared by Ava.