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."

bedpost,

hurriedly covered her chest, purposefully revealing

his throat. Given how things

suddenly realized he'd been set up

many years. You gotta believe

and, without hesitation, fired at Peter's leg. The deafening shot echoed

shot the handcuff that bound Debra, and threw his coat over

interfere, and no one came to help

carried Debra through the

Drake's arms, happy about her

glancing down at

wasn't scared,

place in his mind. A beast like him

least for now,

her.

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

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