"Marion?" Debra rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was already 12:30. The incident last night had drained her energy, causing her to sleep in.

She pushed open the bedroom door and walked out. Downstairs, Marion was cooking in the kitchen.

The others still seemed to be asleep. Debra spoke up. "Your injury hasn't healed yet, and you're already rushing to make me lunch?"

Marion came out holding a pot. "Go rest a little longer. The other dish will be ready soon."

Debra came down the stairs and flopped into his arms. Her exhaustion instantly melted away.

"I'm so tired. Get a drumstick for me," she murmured.

"Sure," Marion agreed, patting her head.

sniffing the air. "Who's cooking chicken

couple. Feeling awkward, he looked up at the ceiling and whistled, "Uh, I'm going

take care of the kitchen," said Ivan, who

refused without even

Debra, "Wait on the sofa.

nodded,

focused on his cleaning. It looked like he didn't know anything

began to doubt her

different from other teenagers. It was hard to tell if if he was

all or just

looking haggard from a long

didn't find the three missing socialites or those masked people you

"What about Frederic?"

"Who?"

person who saved me

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