The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Just then, the door swung open, and Debra's voice came over.

"What are you two doing?"

Marion immediately lowered his gun and, pretending nothing was amiss, turned to her. "Haven't seen Andrew in a while. We were just having a drink." Andrew's face held a faint smile. "My health doesn't allow for much drinking. He's had a bit, but I haven't."

Debra raised an eyebrow. "And you're drinking up here instead of downstairs? Mr. Andrew Potter, Jordan's already drunk. Maybe you should check on him." She hadn't expected Jordan to have such a low tolerance, considering he'd only had three drinks before passing out.

"He's been off alcohol for a long time while serving in the unit. I'll go check on him," Andrew replied.

As the butler came in and wheeled Andrew out, Debra's gaze landed on Marion's waist. "Show me."

Marion didn't bother hiding it and handed her the gun. She studied the weapon in her hands. "How does it work?"

"Want to learn?"

she replied seriously. "I heard everything from outside the

his

"Mr. Andrew Potter deliberately had the butler call me over so I'd hear your conversation. So, I think

remained silent for a moment. "Debra, it's not that I don't understand you. I'm just

an eyebrow. "I know. That's why you need to teach me how to protect myself. Otherwise, I really will

with a small smile. "Starting

on you,

a

that night, everyone left the house, except for Jordan, who was called into

mission is dangerous. If I don't make it back..."

with confidence. If anything happens, I've got

"Alright."

were filled

Debra to Randy's private shooting

saying, "Marion's been abroad for a while. His new place is still under renovation, so my place is perfect for you

larger than she'd imagined, with both indoor and outdoor

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