Chapter 920

"Drake, slow down."

Drake didn't respond but slowed his steps slightly.

In the center of the second floor was a large platform, usually reserved for performances. Today, however, Drake had a three-seater sofa placed there.

"Sit," he said.

Suspicion clouded Debra's expression. "You're not planning to pull some kind of prank on me, are you?"

Drake smirked, "Your life's already in my hands. Why would I bother?"

Debra took her seat, while Drake snapped his fingers, the sharp sound echoing in the room.

She cocked her head, eyeing him warily. "What's this? A magic show?"

Suddenly, all the lights went out. Marion slipped into the venue unnoticed, his presence as silent as a shadow.

Instead, a strange, festive atmosphere

told you I'd show you a glimpse of the future. Tonight, consider it a preview of the Lowe Playground. Since we're partners now, I figured it's only fair to show you

quickly

corner of the room, Marion covered his nose and moved further into the shadows. "What's

sweetness was sickening, and her

further, crimson fights bathed the hall. Standing on the platform, Drake

women

gasped in shock,

escape from the obscene

out, firmly keeping her

but

count. I've got no choice

you talking

snapped on, bathing them in a stark white

now, every signal in the Legacy Hotel is being jammed. If this is all just an act, there's no way Marion will sit by and let you face the

"Marion, show yourself. Or

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