Chapter 839

Drake’s expression darkened as he looked at Debra’s playful smile. He had never imagined that the person behind the McKinney Group would be Debra. All the things she had said about being a fallen heiress and a poor worker were all fake. He had been played the whole time.

“Boss,” Kale called out, noticing that the guests were gathering around Debra. He lowered his voice and whispered, “There must be something wrong with those documents.”

“Do you think I haven’t noticed?” Drake said, having observed the guests’ strange expressions.

Debra raised an eyebrow and said, “Mr. Lowe, I owe you thanks for keeping me by your side these past few days. I’ve learned a lot, especially about how to hold someone’s weaknesses against them.”

Drake squinted at her, but she was unperturbed as she addressed the guests, “I notice that Mr. Eaton hasn’t arrived yet. I suppose he won’t be coming tonight, will he?”

The guests remained silent, and she continued, “As it happens, the McKinney Group is co-hosting a banquet tonight with the Houston family, the Potter family, the Osborne family, and the Mathis family. I wonder if you guys would like to join us.”

The guests exchanged glances, shocked that Debra would so blatantly poach guests right under Drake’s nose. It was practically a slap in the face.

Drake questioned her coldly, “Are you declaring war on me?”

“Well, this is Seamar City, not a place where you can easily claim a share,” Debra smiled calmly. “I’d like to see who will stay at this banquet. I’ll be happy to send them off to Orkgate.”

The guests fidgeted, approaching Drake one by one. “Mr. Lowe, we’re sorry, but we have to leave now.” They bowed to him and left Drake there fuming.

Debra, pleased with the situation, said, “Mr. Lowe, you may be the king of Orkgate, but this is not your turf.” These businessmen would never abandon their long-established businesses here to develop in Orkgate, even if they needed Drake’s connections. After all, their dirtiest secrets were at stake.

“Debra, you really have guts,” Drake grunted, his anger boiling over.

Kale quickly grabbed his arm to stop him from acting recklessly. If they were in Orkgate, none of these people would dare to defy Drake so openly. But now, they were in Seamar City, and with the news of Debra being the head of the McKinney Group out, no one would dare to touch her here. Besides, with Fermin not showing up at such an important event, their tactics were useless against the people of Seamar City. They could only stomach it for the moment.

“Mr. Lowe, it seems your banquet can’t go on. It’s quite unfortunate that your first day of business here is a mess. I’m afraid things will only get harder from here,” Debra said.