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.

maid hurried upstairs to fetch Ivan. Moments later, he reluctantly came

him to stand in

"The car he messed with doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Mr. Lowe. He

Grover interjected. "We will

limited edition, no longer available for purchase." Debra paused. "It's worth eight figures. I believe you can

but knew better than to

and handed it to him. "This is

to glare at Ivan. "Look

the president of

was Drake's friend,

She was not someone they could

offend.

forward and muttered, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Houston. It was

said with a smile. "How old are you, Ivan?"

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