Drake realized who he was facing.

"Sir, back when Ralph lost a fortune gambling at our place, it triggered the collapse of the Frazier family. I suspect that Debra is getting close to you for ulterior motives. Should we..." Peter said, slicing a finger across his throat. "No. Leave her to me," Drake responded calmly.

Peter blinked, surprised. "You're going to handle this yourself? Isn't that too much trouble?"

"You mentioned she's filming some reality show on our island?" Drake inquired.

"Yes, but due to some public backlash, the filming has been paused. However, their lease is still valid, so I doubt the crew or the guests will be leaving any time soon," Peter replied.

"Make preparations. I feel like switching up my vacation spot," Drake said.

"Sir, Debra isn't the only one on the island. Juan is there too. Should we..." Peter reasoned.

Drake's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me how to run my affairs?"

"N-no, sir," Peter stammered, bowing his head.

"Do as I say."

"Yes, sir."

Once Peter was alone, Drake's gaze drifted back to the photo of Debra on his computer screen. A cold smile crossed his face.

"Debra Frazier... Interesting."

body aching all over. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, hearing a soft voice outside the door. "Ms. Frazier is

knew it, the maid turned on the light and asked, "Ms.

Debra muttered, trying to shake

better than how she'd felt earlier in

in the room's décor and asked, "Where

house rented

"We are..."

Marion

house," he

"Andrew?" Debra was puzzled.

didn't know Andrew was on the island

sat down

on a

oatmeal. "You've

day. You should eat

her,

sporting dark circles under their eyes, shuffled into the

an eyebrow, pointing at their eyes. "What's with

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