"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."

he saw who it was. He laughed dryly,

heading

with his fist, muttering under his breath, "You're nothing compared

from a document Juan had

wasn't related to the former head of the Lowe family by blood. He was just an

member of the Eaton family. His status

bitter, he vowed to get even with Drake when he

you doing there?" Liza asked, puzzled by his

right," Garland replied. "Drake is not a good person. We should

back to their room. "Your injury hasn't healed yet. How could you run around like

worried about you. You can hit me to vent your

life for me, but don't do it again if something happened to me, and you got

you," he said, tapping her

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