Chapter 649

Peter's face loomed closer, his hands tearing at Debra's blouse.

The ripping sound of fabric seemed to thrill him further as he lifted the whip and lashed it down hard on her.

Debra screamed in panic. "Help! Somebody, help me."

Just then, the door burst open. Peter jumped, frantically pulling up his pants.

"Damn, who the hell is ruining the fun?"

He hadn't even finished his cursing when he spotted a brooding Drake at the door.

"M-Mr. Lowe," Peter stammered, collapsing to the floor.

Debra let out a shaky breath. Drake had arrived just in time.

"Sir, this is all a misunderstanding," Peter stammered, pointing at Debra. "It was her. She came onto me."

Debra's wrist was cuffed to the bedpost, her face

chest, purposefully revealing

his throat. Given how things

he'd been set up by

I've worked for you for so many years. You gotta believe me. It was her.

Peter's leg. The deafening shot echoed in the room, followed by Peter's scream,

approached the bed, shot the handcuff that bound Debra, and threw his coat over her shoulders. He then scooped her up effortlessly into

and no one came

Debra through the hallway, the

Drake's arms, happy about her

frowned, glancing down at her.

wasn't scared,

a place in his mind. A beast like him rarely cared

for now, he

her.

BUMS

his bedroom. Unlike Peter's, Drake's room was clean and empty. There were no decorations,

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