Almost instinctively, Drake grabbed Debra's arm.

He was shocked by her actions.

Debra was already dangling off the edge of the ship, the ocean waves crashing against her ankles. All it would take was for Drake to let go, and she'd plunge straight into the sea. "Mr. Lowe!" Peter was horrified.

Drake's voice was filled with fury as he shouted, "What are you waiting for? Get her up."

"I-I'll go get someone," Peter stammered.

"No need." Debra struggled against Drake's grip.

But he only tightened his hold. "Are you so eager to die?"

"My life is my own to decide. Either you give me the respect I deserve, or..." Debra insisted.

Drake gritted his teeth, anger flashing across his face. No one had ever dared threaten him like this before.

"Sir, I've got the rope."

"Pull her up."

"Yes, sir."

down, hanging right beside Debra. But even with

clenched, and he sighed, "Fine, you

the rope. But it wasn't enough for her. She grabbed

being ordered around. No one

she let go of the rope and

"Sir, she fell."

hand cracked across Peter's face in a sharp slap. "Stop stating the obvious. Get someone in the

scrambled to

swallowing à mouthful of seawater. Her chest tightened painfully

the splash of others jumping in after her.

Debra spat out a mouthful of seawater. Though

kas

victorious about

she stood before Drake.

frustration. Where he should have felt the thrill of control, all he felt was the suffocating weight of

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