Chapter 992

Garland trailed behind Debra, looking more like a reluctant son dragged along by his mother than a boyfriend on a date. Debra glanced at him, recalling how confident he used to be at the Eaton Mansion. But in Seamar City, he seemed timid, barely holding his head up.

Garland cleared his throat and asked, “What’s that over there?”

The employee leading the way explained, “Those machines in the back aren’t meant for the public. Unlike the ones out here that dispense toys, they can pay out real money. Much more exciting than any fishing game, right?”

Garland whispered, “But I heard these kinds of games are banned.”

“Well, we’re playing it low-key. I wouldn’t tell just anyone.”

“Oh, so you work here, huh?”

“Yeah, I help the boss bring in customers.”

“So, these machines pay out cash on the spot?”

“Yeah.”

“Your boss must be quite the businessman. I’m in business too, and this seems like a very profitable industry. Think you could hook me up sometime?”

“I’ll have to ask the boss. If he agrees, I have no problem.”

In no time, Garland was chatting up the employee like they were old pals. Debra was impressed. Garland seemed incompetent, but he had his areas of expertise. His time at the news agency hadn’t gone to waste.

It looked like he had been playing the fool earlier. Garland said to the employee, “Those machines look familiar. I used to play them in Orkgate. Your boss wouldn’t happen to be Mr. Lowe, would it? I’ve met him a few times.”

He was testing the waters too aggressively. Debra wasted no time stepping in. “Darling, stop bragging. People like us can’t just meet someone like Mr. Lowe. We’ve only seen him from afar at those banquets. He wouldn’t even remember us, let alone do business with us.”

Garland was confused. Drake almost became his brother-in-law, and his status was higher. But the employee bought it, thinking Garland was sulking because his bluff had been called.

“I’m just an employee,” he consoled. “The boss’s identity is a secret, but you’ve got a good eye. Our machines are the best, shipped straight from Orkgate. Top quality and all legitimate.”

Debra’s mind raced. If the machines were from Orkgate, then Drake had to be involved.

They stood in front of a door. The employee pushed it open to reveal a smoky room filled with the clanging of slot machines.

“Come on in,” the employee gestured.

Just as they were about to enter, a familiar voice rang out. “Get out of my way. How dare you touch me? Do you have a death wish?”