Chapter 908

“I don’t think so,” Kale replied. “According to our previous intel, Debra might have relapsed on our new type of drug. Once one is hooked, there’s no going back, especially if they’ve relapsed.”

“You’re right,” Drake said, picking up his newspaper again. “Debra is just bluffing. She doesn’t want to admit she can’t handle her addiction and is too proud to ask for help. So, she’s pretending to cooperate.”

“Exactly,” Kale agreed.

“Make her suffer a bit. If she asks to see me, tell her I’m busy,” Drake ordered.

“Understood,” Kale said, quickly leaving the room.

It was already eight in the evening, and dinner had been prepared and sent to Debra’s room. She looked at the array of dishes on the cart—salmon tartare, cherry foie gras, filet mignon, creamy corn soup.

“Mrs. Houston, here is your dinner,” the maid said.

“Do you have stewed fish, braised beef, and salads? Oh, I don’t like carrots, but anything else is fine,” Debra requested.

“Of course, Mrs. Houston. We’ll prepare that for you right away,” the maid replied, quickly leaving the room.

Kale saw this exchange at the door and stopped the maid.

“Who told you to prepare such a lavish dinner for her?”

“Uh, Mr. Lowe ordered us to prepare a good meal in the morning.”

“Go.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kale turned back to look at Debra, who was already digging into her steak.

She muttered, “The chef here is quite good. I suppose Drake brought him here from Orkgate.”

“Mrs. Houston, you are a prisoner here. Please remember your status,” Kale reminded her.

“A prisoner? I seem to recall Drake telling Miss Eaton that I was a distinguished guest. A guest deserves proper treatment,” Debra said, taking a sip of her tea. “Besides, I came here willingly. We can always discuss a collaboration.”

Chapter 908

“So, you want to see Mr. Lowe?”

“Not necessarily. I just thought of Lara, the maid who used to attend to me. She is quite nice. Is she here?”

“She is. If you need her, I can arrange it.”

“I’m scared of sleeping alone at night, especially with all the doors and windows locked. Having a maid to keep me company shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“That… can be arranged.”

“Good,” Debra said, noticing Kale was still standing by the door. “Why are you still here? Have her come and join me for dinner. I haven’t seen her in a while, and I miss her company.”

Kale left without another word.

When Drake learned about it, he huffed, “What do you mean she doesn’t want to see me? Are you sure?”

“That’s what she said,” Kale reported. “But she did ask for Lara to attend to her.”

“Does she not understand her situation? She still wants to be pampered?” Drake growled.

“She said you introduced her as a distinguished guest when you brought her in. She came willingly and is open to discussing business with you,” Kale replied.

Drake threw his cup against the wall. “She has the nerve to talk business with me.”

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