Chapter 1822

"Uncle Drake's got a point," Lillian mumbled.

She caught Marion's sharp glance and zipped it.

Debra tossed a packet onto the table. "Recognize this?"

Drake picked it up. "What's this?"

"Stanley's handiwork," Debra replied, chewing her food. "Same stuff the Illuminati used. Don't tell me you forgot."

Drake hadn't seen it in 18 years. He studied it, opened the bag, and sniffed. "Diluted. A cowardly move."

If someone with real ambition had it, they'd have refined it, like the Illuminati's old stock.

around," he said. "Nobody's got

check

pleased

seen that before,"

to

replied. "My classmates eat it when they're tired or zoned out. Some even offered me

"He saw it


Marion exchanged a look, both understanding the gravity of

business," Debra said, standing

Drake. "You're

even swallowed his last bite before Marion yanked him

"Wait..." he protested.

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