Chapter 950

Debra chuckled, “Sometimes, you’re really cheap.”

Marion said seriously, “But I’m always honest with you, dear.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then how do you explain the eight billion dollars you cost me at our first meeting?”

Marion took a sip of his tea and grimaced. “This tea’s gone cold. Let me get you a fresh cup.”

“Get back here.” Debra grabbed Marion and yanked him down into his seat. “I’ll do whatever you say to make up for it.”

“Put that aside for now. Now tell me your plans for handling the banquet.”

“Guess we can’t miss the show.”

“Cathryn’s crush on you is public knowledge here. Are you planning to hand her fresh gossip on a silver platter?”

“I’m not attending it. You can go. I’ll stay outside the hotel to keep guard. Won’t glance at any other woman.”

“Wise choice.”

Across town at the Eaton Mansion, Garland sat hunched over his computer. He typed and retyped search terms, only to come up empty each time.

“What happened to my trending topics? They’re all gone?” he muttered in frustration, wondering who had managed to take down the news so fast.

Juan sipped his tea. “Stop wasting your energy. You won’t find anything.”

“Who did this? Is there someone in Seamar City even more powerful than you? I’m going to worship him.”

“With your brain…”

“Come on! I’m…”

“You’d probably irritate them.”

“Come on! I’m a guy.”

Juan sighed, setting his teacup down. “I used to think you were just dumb. Turns out you’re both dumb and oblivious.”

Chapter 950

He walked over to Garland and asked, “Have you memorized the profiles I gave you?”

“I have,” Garland replied, holding up the name list. “Take Drake, for example. He almost became my brother-in-law. His scandals are endless. He used to have a fiancée named Yvonne. She died, and he got engaged to Liza. Thank God, the engagement ended. Otherwise, Liza might not have escaped his curse.”

Juan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who asked you to memorize that?”

“Didn’t you?” Garland glanced down at the document. “It says right here. Drake’s previous fiancée died from a fall. Calling him cursed isn’t a stretch.”

Juan was speechless. “I intended for you to analyze his assets, business operations, primary revenue streams, and illegal establishments, not that useless gossip.”

Garland scratched his head. “Force of habit, sorry. The stuff you’re asking for is so boring. No drama, no spice.”

“Boring?”

“Totally.”

“His company is linked to the drug trade. Wealthy elites hold X-rated soirées. His fiancée was forced into unspeakable acts before committing suicide.”

Garland’s eyes sparkled. “And? Anything more?”

“You want to know?”

Garland nodded vigorously, and Juan tossed a stack of files into his hands. “Read it yourself.”