“Pardon me, I just never thought I’d see the day when the illustrious Mr. Lowe would be dripping wet like a drowned rat.”

“You’re not much better,” Drake retorted nonchalantly. “Besides, this isn’t my first rodeo. I won’t crumble just because you’re having a laugh at my expense.”

Debra raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Judging by your tone, it seems your brake line has been tampered with more times than you’ve changed your socks.”

Drake shrugged. “Well, I’m the head of the Lowe family. In Orkgate, there’s a cutthroat around every corner waiting to see me six feet under and steal my throne.”

“Fair point,” Debra nodded.

Orkgate was a hotbed of chaos, teeming with schemers who’d stop at nothing to eliminate Drake. The severed brake line was just another page in their playbook.

Back at the Lowe Mansion, Debra hurriedly showered and stepped out of the bathroom. Lara entered her room, carrying an assortment of clothes.

While toweling her hair dry, Debra inquired, “Where’s Drake?”

“Mr. Lowe’s in the living room,” Lara replied.

“Have they found out who’s behind the incident?”

“I believe so.”

“Who was it?”

“It was… Miss Sharp.”

“Yvonne?”

Debra found it hard to believe Yvonne would resort to such drastic measures. After all, she was head over heels for Drake.

Debra quickly dressed and rushed to the second-floor landing. Below, in the living room, Drake sat on the sofa, his expression stormy. A security guard from the hotel groveled on the floor, pleading for mercy.

“Please, Mr. Lowe. Have mercy.”

“Yvonne put you up to this?”

“Yes, it was Miss Sharp. I was just following orders. She paid me to cut the brake line, nothing more.”

The guard trembled, regretting his actions deeply. Had he known the car belonged to Drake, he wouldn’t have dared to touch it, not for all the money in the world.

“Take him out. Kill him.”

“Yes, boss.”

Kale grabbed the guard by the collar and started to drag him away.

Debra gasped, rushing down the stairs. “Wait.”

Drake looked up, his expression darkening. “Who told you to come down here?”

“What did you just say? Kill him?” Debra asked.

“Is there a problem?” Drake replied causally, as if he were ordering a cup of coffee.

“You could just punish him. No need to kill,” Debra argued.

Drake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you always make things complicated? He caused me to fall into the water, so he pays the price now. That’s perfectly normal.”

“Normal? You can’t just kill people like this.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Throw him in the water.”

“Drown him? Fine, let’s do that.”

Debra felt helpless. “Not drowning him. Just give him a good scare.”

Drake sighed, finally relenting. “Fine. Have it your way.”

But Kale frowned in disapproval. “Boss…”

“Do as Ms. Frazier says. Spare his life.”

“Understood.”

Kale shot Debra a disgruntled look as he left. Drake turned his gaze back to Debra.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Who told you to come down here?”

“I heard you caught the culprit. I wanted to see for myself. I didn’t expect to hear you talking about killing someone so casually. That was brutal.”