"Alright, sweet-talker." Debra looked up at Marion. "So, what do you think I should do next?"


    "They want your life," Marion replied seriously. "This time they failed, but they''ll likely try to get closer to you and seek another chance."


    "I feel the same way," Debra murmured, her brow furrowing. "They''ve been going around in circles only for the share transfer agreement. Theda was fine when she had it, but they won''t let me have it."


    "It seems like they''re afraid of our momentum," Marion said.


    "Hopefully, through the visit, I can figure out who is behind the Trennery family."


    "Good luck."


    "Thanks."


    Debra left the Lowe Mansion and spotted a car outside.


    The driver got out and approached her with a polite smile. "Mr. Lowe arranged a


    car for you, Mrs. Houston. I''m here to take you to the Trennery Mansion."


    Debra nced at the car and the bodyguards surrounding it.


    She raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been standing here?"


    "Not long, just about an hour."


    "An hour?"


    "Mr. Lowe wasn''t sure when you would wake up, so he asked me toe early and wait. Mrs. Houston, please get in the car."


    The driver stepped aside, opening the door for her. Debra slid inside, ncing up at the rearview mirror to see the bodyguards efficiently getting into a van behind them, eager to show their muscles.


    That was the proper way of collecting debts.


    "Is it far from here?" Debra asked.


    "Not at all, just a 15-minute drive. The vis here are all close together. We have business dealings with them, and Mr. Lowe gave instructions that you could do whatever you like. They won''t dare


    protest," replied the driver


    Debra clicked her tongue. "Drake is something else in Orkgate. I underestimated him."


    The car soon arrived at the gates of


    the Trennery Mansion. The guards,


    noticin


    the Lowe Group''s insignia


    on the vehicle, hurriedly emerged from the security booth.


    "What is going on?" muttered the guards, unsure of the situation.


    One of the bodyguards from the Lowe family shouted, "Tell Mr. Trennery toe out and meet us."


    "Understood." The security guards scurried off into the house.


    Debra could imagine how Drake had been ruling Orkgate.


    Before long, a man in his forties appeared at the door. In a shirt, Grover Trennery


    had a medium build, a pleasant face, and an approachable demeanor.


    When he saw Debra, he was puzzled. "Who is thisdy?"


    "This is Mrs. Houston," one of the bodyguards introduced. "President of the McKinney Group and Mr. Lowe''s guest."


    Grover was shocked by her titles. "Mrs. Houston, I''ve heard so much about you. I hope we haven''t offended you in any way. Is there something I can do for you?"


    "I''m here to see Ivan," Debra replied coolly.