"Ugh!" Drake stormed upstairs with frustration.

The confrontation ended as abruptly as it had begun.

Liza shook her head, totally disappointed. "I thought we were going to see an epic showdown. All that buildup was for nothing. We still don't know who's stronger."

"Obviously, it's Marion," Garland declared.

Suddenly, a shoe came flying down from upstairs, hitting him squarely on the head.

"Ow!" he yelped, turning around. "Who did that?"

Drake stood at the top of the stairs, feigning an apology. "Sorry. My hand slipped."

vanished when he saw who it was. He

heading to his

fist, muttering under his breath, "You're nothing compared to Marion. You deserve to

something occurred to him. It was from

related to the former head of the Lowe family by blood. He was

a true member of the

bitter, he vowed to get even with Drake when he had the

you doing there?" Liza asked, puzzled by his

"Drake is

injury hasn't healed yet. How

was worried about you.

your life for me, but don't do it again

he said, tapping her

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