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Grover panicked. "Did my son offend you, Mrs. Houston?"

"Why don't we go inside and talk?" Debra suggested.

Grover nodded eagerly and ushered Debra and her entourage into the house.

Following behind Debra, Grover explained anxiously, "Ivan is young and ignorant. If he has offended you in any way, I hope you can forgive him."

"It's not a big deal," Debra said casually. "He just cut my brake lines, punctured my gas tank, threw a lighter into it, and almost blew me up. That's all."

"What?" Grover stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

That was a near-fatal offense.

"Get that brat down here," he barked, his voice shaking with anger and fear.

to fetch Ivan. Moments later, he reluctantly came out, fidgeting at the sight

him to stand

car he messed with doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Mr. Lowe. He has a bit of a cleanliness obsession and doesn't like his

"We will

is a limited edition, no longer available for purchase." Debra paused. "It's worth

better than to offend Drake. Money was nothing compared to their

a card from her bag and handed it to him. "This is my account number. Please

glare at Ivan. "Look what you've done. Apologize to

the president

was Drake's

She was not someone they could

offend.

stepped forward and muttered, "I'm sorry,

make mistakes," Debra said with a smile. "How old are you, Ivan?" "I'm 17,"