Chapter 917

"How is that possible? This place is crawling with your people," Debra said, taking a couple of steps forward.

She caught a glimpse of a black car about 100 meters away. It was Marion, and she felt reassured.

According to the tradition, Drake put a masquerade mask on Debra and wore a half mask on his face.

Debra braced herself as they entered the gala. She had been to one such event before, so she wasn't as shocked this time.

Drake said, "Hold onto my arm tightly, or I can't guarantee your safety."

His words put Debra on high alert.

Inside the venue, everything seemed normal at first, but she noticed that all the guests were men. There were no women, and the men were eyeing her lustfully.

This made her uncomfortable, and she tightened her grip on Drake's arm.

Across town at the Eaton Mansion, Juan watched as Garland struggled to do a handstand against the wall.

flushed red as he groaned, "Are we

"Not yet."

"How much longer?"

"Three more hours."

"I can't do this anymore. My dad asked you to teach me finance, not

you," Juan said, standing up and

knew Juan wasn't bluffing. He had felt the sting of the whip the day before,

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house. Put that thing down,"

Juan raised his hand, Garland quickly surrendered. "I'm sorry. I

"Now go read your

a pillow

sofa and grumbled, "Who uses a whip to make someone study?

Juan remained silent.

whipped yesterday, and it still hurts. My back is all bruised

it hurt? I think it's

you to say. You're not the one getting

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