Ivan grew anxious at the news.

Debra took Marion's hand and said, "Let's go upstairs and order some takeout."

"Sure." Marion followed her obediently.

Garland thought Debra was exaggerating, but when he took a bite, a foul, fishy taste instantly filled his mouth. He could feel the fish scales dancing on his tongue.

"Actually, this is quite... gag... good. Keep it up... gag. I need to go upstairs for a second." He covered his mouth and rushed upstairs.

The food looked good but tasted awful. Debra's earlier comments were actually mild.

"Wait." Liza dropped her fork and chased after him.

With a poker face, Ivan walked over to the dishes he had prepared and dumped them into the trash.

time left for him was limited. He needed to speed up his

afternoon, an invitation arrived at

handed it to Drake, who glanced at it briefly. "They think I'll go

this invitation isn't for you," Kale

looked at the invitation more

it aside. "Why am I getting Debra's invitations? Give it

to Mrs. Houston should

said that? Whatever. Even if I did, why tell me about some women's dinner party? It's obviously a setup, and Debra won't go anyway. Just give it

Kale left the

the guest room, Debra looked

to Marion. "Staying indoors is boring. This will be the

Marion replied, "Sure,

the room without saying a word. 'Any fool can see this party is dangerous.

you tell Ivan we're leaving to force

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