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."

was lowered down, hanging right beside Debra. But even with it within reach, she made no move

jaw clenched, and he sighed, "Fine, you won.

it wasn't enough for her. She grabbed onto it and flashed Drake

around. No one can tell me what

that, she let go of the rope and plunged into the

"Sir, she fell."

stating the obvious. Get someone

Peter scrambled to

à mouthful of seawater. Her chest tightened painfully

of others jumping in after her. The correct bet relieved her. Drake wasn't ready to

few moments later, his men pulled her from the water, and Debra spat out a

kas

about the

she stood before Drake.

her, his chest tight with frustration. Where he should have felt the thrill of

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