Chapter 908

"I don't think so," Kale replied. "According to our previous intel, Debra might have relapsed on our new type of drug. Once one is hooked, there's no going back, especially if they've relapsed."

"You're right," Drake said, picking up his newspaper again. "Debra is just bluffing. She doesn't want to admit she can't handle her addiction and is too proud to ask for help. So, she's pretending to cooperate." "Exactly," Kale agreed.

"Make her suffer a bit. If she asks to see me, tell her I'm busy," Drake ordered.

"Understood," Kale said, quickly leaving the room.

It was already eight in the evening, and dinner had been prepared and sent to Debra's room.

She looked at the array of dishes on the cart-salmon tartare, cherry foie gras, filet mignon, creamy corn soup.

"Mrs. Houston, here is your dinner," the maid said.

"Do you have stewed fish, braised beef, and salads? Oh, I don't like carrots, but anything else is fine," Debra requested.

Houston. We'll prepare that for you right away," the

saw this exchange at the door and stopped

you to prepare such a lavish

prepare

"Go."

"Yes, sir."

Debra, who was

chef here is quite good. I suppose

a prisoner here. Please

to recall Drake telling Miss Eaton that I was a distinguished guest. A guest deserves proper treatment," Debra said, taking a sip of her tea.

you want to

just thought of Lara, the maid who used to attend to me. She is quite

is. If you need her, I can arrange

of sleeping alone at night, especially with all the doors and windows locked. Having a maid to keep me company shouldn't

said, noticing Kale was still standing by the door. "Why are you still here? Have her come and join me for dinner. I haven't seen her in a while, and I miss

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