The sudden sound of heavy footsteps outside interrupted the sweet moment.


    Debra frowned. "What is Drake doing in the middle of the night?"


    She gently pushed him onto the bed. "Stay here and rest. I''ll go check it out."


    "Alright," Marion agreed, taking her hand. "Come back soon."


    "I will," Debra promised, slipping out of the room.


    Outside, Drake''s men streamed in, carrying files in their arms.


    Debra figured they were probably the people Drake had sent to gather information


    on the local businesses, but the sheer volume surprised her.


    A bodyguard passed through the long line and rushed upstairs.


    "Boss! We caught the person who tampered with the car."


    Drake emerged from his room. "Bring them to me."


    "They''re right outside," the guard replied.


    Debra was impressed by the efficiency of Drake''s team. But as the person was dragged up front, she frowned skeptically.


    It was a teenager dressed in an ordinary ck hoodie. Immaturity and nervousness adorned his face.


    "You were the one who messed up my car?" she asked.


    The young man looked up at her and quickly dropped his head again. "Yes, it was me."


    "Who told you to do this?"


    "No one. I made a mistake and got the wrong car. I''m sorry..." His voice dropped to a whisper.


    "Lift your head," Drake demanded.


    The young man flinched andplied. His face was ashen with fear.


    "Quite a sharp look. I presume your family is well off," Debramented, tugging at his "This is a brand hoodie, right? Orkgate, this goes for seven or eight thousand dors. Your shoes probably cost five or six thousand, and that watch is worth at least 20 thousand. Those earrings you''re wearing are six figures."


    The young man was dressed in a trendy, youthful style. His hair was short, his build broader than his peers, and despite his youthful. appearance, there was something undeniably handsome about him. The warmth of Debra''s hand on his hoodie made him blush.


    "You''re from a rich family. Mr. Lowe, do you recognize him?"


    "I can''t possibly know everyone in the city."


    "Fair enough." Debra turned to Kale. "What about you? Do you know him?"


    Kale scratched his head. "I went over some files earlier. If my memory serves me right, he''s from the Trennery family."


    Debra bent down to the same level as the young man. "Is that right?"


    The young man swallowed. "I''m Ivan Trennery."


    "Who


    Drake


    sent


    What your name is?" . "I''m asking you, whet u to go after her? Answ??


    before


    I break your legs."


    Debra chimed in, "Don''t be so violent. He''s just a kid."


    me