Chapter 649

Peter’s face loomed closer, his hands tearing at Debra’s blouse.

The ripping sound of fabric seemed to thrill him further as he lifted the whip and lashed it down hard on

her.

Debra screamed in panic. “Help! Somebody, help me.”

Just then, the door burst open. Peter jumped, frantically pulling up his pants.

“Damn, who the hell is ruining the fun?”

He hadn’t even finished his cursing when he spotted a brooding Drake at the door.

“M–Mr. Lowe,” Peter stammered, collapsing to the floor

let out a shaky breath. Drake had arrived

pointing at Debra. “It

that moment, Debra’s wrist was cuffed to the bedpost, her face

her chest, purposefully revealing

how

suddenly realized he’d been set up by

you for so many years.

out a gun and, without hesitation,

echoed in the room, followed by Peter’s

threw his coat over her

to interfere, and no one came to help Peter.

the

trembled in Drake’s arms,

down

scared, but

in his mind. A beast like him rarely

Peter’s, Drake’s room was clean and empty. There

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