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."

beside Debra. But even with it within reach, she

he sighed, "Fine, you won. Get

for the rope. But it wasn't

ordered around. No one can tell me

let go of

"Sir, she fell."

Peter's face in a sharp slap. "Stop stating the obvious. Get

scrambled to

plunge, couldn't stop herself from swallowing à mouthful of seawater. Her chest tightened painfully

her. The correct bet relieved her. Drake wasn't ready to

pulled her from the water, and Debra spat out a mouthful of

kas

victorious about

she stood before Drake.

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

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