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.

right?" Marion asked, hurrying

her head.

"With me around, no one

was unconvinced. "This happened on your turf.

explanation."

was planning to investigate. But if you say

my patience? I can tear down your

and

in the room

at Liza, backing away. He whispered,

sceneg

are not suitable to

retreat." Con Warel

belongs

you kidding? This is going to be fun," Liza replied, wrinkling her

heard the rumors about how Drake and Marion were sworn energies.

people just don't value their lives," Garland

Liza insisted on staying,

since I fought

his jacket. "You want to fight?

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