Chapter 802

“Brutal? People like that are a dime a dozen here. They’re loyal to the highest bidder,” Drake snorted. “This isn’t your sunshine-and-rainbows Seamar City. Kind hearts don’t last long here.”

Debra fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down on her. Orkgate was a world away from Seamar City, where injustice and crime were as common as the city’s smog.

“Now that you know Yvonne’s behind it, what’s your plan?”

“Yvonne has her uses. I’m not going to punish her. Not yet. You should rest. This isn’t your fight.”

Seeing the dismissal in his eyes, Debra turned to leave.

Suddenly, Drake called out, “Oh, Kale has printed those documents. You’ve got one night to memorize them. I expect a recital tomorrow.”

Debra whirled around. “You’re kidding, right? First, you tell me to rest, and now you want me to pull an all-nighter?”

“Will you do it or not?”

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

These files were too important to miss out on. There were only two days left until her appointment with Marion. This could be her ace in the hole.

Upstairs, Debra caught Lara red-handed, snapping photos of the documents with a tiny camera.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

Lara jumped, eyes wide as a deer in headlights. “N–Nothing.”

She bolted, leaving Debra gaping. Before Debra could process the scene, a commotion downstairs caught her attention.

A familiar voice echoed through the house. “I need to see Mr. Lowe. It’s urgent.”

‘Edgar? Here in Orkgate?’ Debra cracked open the door, straining to hear.

“I need money, Mr. Lowe.”

“How much?”

“30 billion.”

“What? You’re out of your mind.”

Debra smirked, knowing that Chace’s plan had succeeded, and Edgar was now drowning in debt.

Edgar explained, “I got tricked by Tracy McKinney. If I want to make a comeback, I need 30 billion dollars, Drake. I told you about Seamar City’s treasure. You didn’t forget what you promised me, did you?”

“No,” Drake replied.

Debra’s heart pounded as their voices trailed off, moving towards the study. If Drake agreed to the loan, all her and Chace’s plans would go up in smoke. She had to act fast.

Even if she couldn’t change Drake’s mind, she should at least stall him. Soon, an idea hit her.

Minutes later, a maid burst into the study. “Mr. Lowe, come quickly. Ms. Frazier passed out.”