Debra was too smart to fool.

Marion sighed, "Can I lie?"

"No, you can't," Debra replied firmly.

Marion pulled out his phone and showed her the call log. On the top of the list was a call from an unknown number from last night.

But to Debra, that number was all too familiar. "Juan self-directed that show?"

...

Barton stepped into Andrew's room, clearly troubled. "Sir, you have to step in and do something."

"He told her himself," Andrew replied blandly. "I didn't force him."

"But Mr. Houston is going to destroy everything in the house."

Andrew rubbed his temples, regretting bringing these people to his house.

"Take me to him."

"Yes, sir."

to the hallway, and they saw

thrown at a glass vase worth five figures. A second later, the

a knife from the table, Barton rushed up to stop him. "Mr.

it?" Marion casually picked up an apple and began peeling it with the

the living room, now a chaotic mess. The maids

break things, do it

mine stop wrecking

.n

Andrew said, noting

her yourself. Can't blame others."

Marion's hand snapped. He shot Andrew a cold glare. "I wanted to

Debra?"

that's right. She must've gone to

here tearing

BUMS

such force that it penetrated not only the apple but also the platter

he

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