By the time Debra returned to the Lowe Manion, it was already well past midnight.

The living room was chaotic. Garland was anxiously holding back Marion.

He said, "Mrs. Houston will be fine. Mr. Lowe has gone to find her."

Liza echoed, "Yes. They will be fine."

Marion's sharp gaze daunted her, but she would not step aside, especially since Garland was doing his best to stop Marion from leaving.

"Move!" Marion demanded, dressed in nothing but a white shirt.

His sleeves were rolled up, and his face was pale. He was about to shake them off when Debra's voice came over. "Marion."

The anger in Marion's eyes vanished instantly, while Garland and Liza both heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally, Debra was back. Otherwise, they might have lost control of the situation.

Despite his injury, Marion was as strong as a horse. He had dominated overseas for a reason.

Garland was exhausted and wiped his sweat.

happened? Are you all right?" Marion asked, hurrying over to check

her

around, no one could hurt

unconvinced. "This happened on your turf. You owe me

explanation."

But if you say so, I'm not

patience? I can tear down

are poisoned and still

the room

backing

sceneg

are not suitable to

should retreat."

belongs

to be fun," Liza replied, wrinkling her

how Drake and Marion were sworn energies. Watching them fight was something she couldn't

don't value their lives,"

insisted on staying, he had to

I fought someone," Marion said, rolling his

jacket. "You want to fight? Bring it

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