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.

it back and poke around," he said. "Nobody's got

check it

nodded, pleased

seen that before," Lillian

snapped to her. Debra

classmates eat it when they're

"He saw it too. Tons


understanding the gravity of

business," Debra said, standing up. "You

Drake. "You're

his last

"Wait..." he protested.

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