Chapter 940

Debra pulled Marion’s hand away. “Alright, no more talk like that.”

Outside, the night deepened. Lara stood at the gates of the Lowe Mansion, hesitating to enter. The security guards spotted her. “Lara?”

Lara froze. Her first instinct was to run away, but a glance toward the shadows revealed Marion’s men watching her intently. Caught between flight and surrender, she noticed a black car slowly emerging from the gates. Her gaze drifted to the figure in the back seat, and she stopped cold.

‘Juan? What is he doing here?’

Before she could make sense of it, Kale, who was escorting Juan out, noticed her presence. He demanded, “What are you doing back here?”

Lara was startled and instinctively took a step back. Her face went pale as she stammered, “Mr. Mclean, it’s Marion and Debra. They sent me back.”

“Sent you back?” Kale was skeptical. “Come inside.”

“Okay.” Lara paused and explained urgently, “I didn’t tell them anything. They brought me back and left.”

Kale didn’t even spare her a glance. “Save it for Mr. Lowe.”

Lara trailed him into the estate. In the living room, Drake crouched low, holding a magnifying glass as he examined the dust in the grooves between the floor tiles. Rising to his full height, he turned to the cleaning staff. “This spot isn’t clean. Do it over.”

“Mr. Lowe, we’ve been cleaning all day,” complained one of the cleaners.

The entire cleaning crew had been at his mercy ever since Marion had sent them over. Every time they thought they were done, Drake found some absurd excuse to make them start over—cracks in the walls, smoke residue in the bedroom, bird droppings on the air conditioning unit. The tiles already gleamed so brightly they could see their reflections, but quitting wasn’t an option.

Drake’s sharp gaze swept over them. “Didn’t Marion pay you? If he hired you to clean, you clean until I say it’s done. If it’s such a burden, tell him to pay you more.”

The cleaners lowered their heads, groaning inwardly about his fastidiousness. Satisfied with their silence, Drake finally shifted his attention to Kale and Lara. The moment he saw Lara’s face, his anger roared back to life. Narrowing his eyes, he took a deliberate step forward. “What brings you back?”

Lara stammered in fear, “Boss, I didn’t say anything.”

Drake stopped just inches away from her. “Did Debra ask you to deliver a message?”

“No,” she whispered.

“No?” he snorted, turning back to the cleaners. “Marion’s people messed up the garden out front too. Go clean it up.”

The cleaners were stunned, and he added, “And mop the floors three more times.”