"You''re lying," Drake asserted. "Maybe I''m not as cunning as you, but don''t underestimate me."


    He stepped closer to Juan. "You promised me those shares, then turned around and promised the same to Debra. You were ying both sides, making me work for you for nothing. Am I right?"


    Juan smiled coolly, "You''re overthinking it."


    Drake scoffed, "Don''t take me for a fool. You signed a share transfer agreement with Debra. In three months, the Nichols Group automatically goes to her, making your promise to me null and void. You''ve been paving the way for her, and now you want me to take them from her?"


    Juan chuckled, "You''re not that dull after all."


    Drake''s expression darkened. "Debra was targeted as soon as he got the share transfer agreement from Theda. I saw the car; they didn''t want to kidnap her. They wanted her dead. The car explosion would have burned everything, including that agreement."


    Their intention was clear. They didn''t want Debra to have that agreement.


    "You''re clever, but I won''t y your game. If you want that agreement, go get it yourself." Drake turned to Kale. "Escort him out."


    Kale gestured. "Mr. Nichols, this way please."


    Juan pressed his lips together, saying nothing. He hadn''t expected Drake to see through his n.


    It seemed Drake wasn''t just ruthless; he was also quite perceptive, though his intelligence seemed to fluctuate.


    After Juan left, Kale spoke up. "Boss, if the shares are as troublesome as he says, we shouldn''t touch them."


    Whoever


    significant power, enough to boldly in Orkgate. They


    Syds behind this had this kind of trouble, et


    Drake caught the underlying message. "You think I''m afraid of them?"


    "That''s not what I meant," Kale exined. "I just think there''s no need to invite trouble."


    "This is


    elf territory," Drake dered,


    leaning back on the sofa. "With. those shares, I can challenge Marion t on. The agreement is mine."


    "Boss..."


    "Isn''t Debra already here? Bring her over."


    "Understood."


    Outside the presidential suite, Debra saw two guards at the door. She


    eating how to


    eveline?


    when Kale came out.


    She quickly hid, but he called out, "Mrs. Houston, Mr. Lowe would like to see you."


    Debra thought he was bluffing, but he repeated, "Would you like me to escort you?"


    She had no choice but to step out, feigning nonchnce. "What does he want with me?"