Chapter 803

“What happened?” Drake’s brow furrowed as he stood up.

Edgar’s eyes widened. “Ms. Frazier? You mean Debra, Marion’s runaway fiancée?”

Drake paused. “You know her?”

“More than that,” Edgar said, his expression darkening.

Debra had vanished during her engagement party. Some said she ran off with another man, while others said she still pined for Juan. The entire Seamar City was buzzing with gossip about Debra’s sudden disappearance. But Edgar never imagined Debra would be with Drake.

Drake turned to leave, disinterested in the gossip. Edgar quickly stopped him. “Mr. Lowe, about the loan…”

“We’ll discuss it another day. Butler, see the guest off,” Drake said, leaving Edgar gaping like a fish out of water.

Edgar’s face darkened as reality sank in. Debra fainted at the worst possible moment. He couldn’t help but suspect she did it on purpose. But with Drake’s dismissal, he had no choice but to leave in frustration.

Upstairs, Debra lay on the bed, looking as pale as the sheets she was tucked into. Lara touched Debra’s forehead and said, “Boss, she’s burning up. Must’ve caught a chill, plus she’s been running on fumes.”

“Have you called a doctor?”

“I have. They should be here soon.”

Drake went over to feel Debra’s forehead. She was burning up.

“She fainted from a little dip in the water? This woman is as fragile as a doll.” He turned to Lara. “Get some broth ready. She needs to eat when she wakes up.”

“Well…”

“What’s wrong?”

“She has been eating five meals a day since her injury. I’m worried she might pop.”

“There’s a saying: feed a cold, starve a fever. Now go.”

“But…”

“Where’s the doctor? Are they all slacking off?”

“I’ll go hurry them up.”

Once Lara left, Drake tapped Debra’s cheek. “Get up. The jig is up.”

There was no response, and he added, “Well then, maybe I should call Edgar back and discuss that loan.”

Debra’s eyes flew open, her hand shooting out to grab his arm.

“Don’t.”

“Done pretending?”

“How did you know I was faking?”

“Your forehead’s burning, almost 120 degrees Fahrenheit. Did you think putting a hot water bottle on your head would fool me?”

Drake smirked, wiping some of the foundation off Debra’s face. “Next time you fake being sick, try harder. Your makeup is coming off.”

Debra blushed with embarrassment. “I—I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t just let you throw away your money.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you lend Edgar that money, you’ll never see it again.”