Chapter 920

“Drake, slow down.”

Drake didn’t respond but slowed his steps slightly. In the center of the second floor was a large platform, usually reserved for performances. Today, however, Drake had a three-seater sofa placed there.

“Sit,” he said.

Suspicion clouded Debra’s expression. “You’re not planning to pull some kind of prank on me, are you?”

Drake smirked. “Your life’s already in my hands. Why would I bother?”

Debra took her seat, while Drake snapped his fingers, the sharp sound echoing in the room. She cocked her head, eyeing him warily. “What’s this? A magic show?”

Suddenly, all the lights went out. Marion slipped into the venue unnoticed, his presence as silent as a shadow. The crowd didn’t panic. Instead, a strange, festive atmosphere settled over the place.

Drake’s voice came from somewhere behind Debra. “I once told you I’d show you a glimpse of the future. Tonight, consider it a preview of the Lowe Playground. Since we’re partners now, I figured it’s only fair to show you something exciting.”

Debra felt a sudden chill and caught a whiff of something sweet and fragrant. Downstairs, Juan held his breath and quickly stepped out of the dangerous zone. In a corner of the room, Marion covered his nose and moved further into the shadows.

“What’s that smell?” Debra muttered, wrinkling her nose. The sweetness was sickening, and her head spun faintly from the intensity.

Before she could react further, crimson lights bathed the hall. Standing on the platform, Drake surveyed the room like a king overseeing his domain. Then a group of scantily-dressed women emerged, their movements languid and deliberate.

Debra gasped in shock, trying to escape from the obscene scene, but Drake’s hand shot out, firmly keeping her in place on the sofa.

“You’ve lied to me so many times. I’ve lost count. I’ve got no choice but to use you as bait now.”

Chapter 920

“What are you talking about?”

A sudden spotlight snapped on, bathing them in a stark white beam.

“Right now, every signal in the Legacy Hotel is being jammed. If this is all just an act, there’s no way Marion will sit by and let you face the danger alone,” Drake said, grabbing her shoulders. Then he shouted toward the first floor, “Marion, show yourself. Or Debra might not survive the night.”

From his hidden spot, Marion clenched his jaw. Drake continued, “I’ll start counting now.” His face twisted into a sadistic smile. “Three.” His hands slid to Debra’s neck. “Two.”

Down below, Juan discreetly reached for the gun tucked in his waistband. Drake leaned in and whispered to Debra, “If I count to one and he doesn’t show up, I’ll believe you. But if he does…”

“You’ll kill me?”

“I’ll throw you off.”