Chapter 649

Peter’s face loomed closer, his hands tearing at Debra’s blouse.

The ripping sound of fabric seemed to thrill him further as he lifted the whip and lashed it down hard on

her.

Debra screamed in panic. “Help! Somebody, help me.”

Just then, the door burst open. Peter jumped, frantically pulling up his pants.

“Damn, who the hell is ruining the fun?”

He hadn’t even finished his cursing when he spotted a brooding Drake at the door.

“M–Mr. Lowe,” Peter stammered, collapsing to the floor

a shaky breath.

is all a misunderstanding.” Peter stammered, pointing at Debra. “It was her. She

was cuffed to the bedpost, her face streaked with tears. Her clothes were

hurriedly covered her chest, purposefully revealing the whip marks on

Given how things looked, no one

he’d been set up

so many years. You gotta believe me. It

pulled out a gun and,

the room, followed

and threw his coat over her shoulders. He then scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

dared to interfere, and no one came to help

carried Debra through the hallway, the malds

Drake’s arms,

glancing down

scared, but

meant she had finally earned a place in his mind. A beast like him

his bedroom. Unlike Peter’s, Drake’s room was clean and empty. There were no decorations,

was

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