Debra snapped, "That''s mistress behavior. You''re her dad. Don''t you care?"
"Mr. Houston hasn''t epted Lexie," Grover sneered. "No need to freak out. If he cares about you, nothing''s gonna happen. If you''re worried, you should go ask him instead."
"Watch your mouth," Debra warned. "Piss me off, and I can''t promise what happens to Lexie or your family."
Grover didn''t flinch. If Lexie could hook Marion, there was nothing Debra could do.
"We''ll see about that. See yourself out," he said, brushing her off.
Debra looked pissed as she led her team out. Her angry mask dropped at the gate.
She turned to her guards and instructed, "Keep eyes on these people and track down those on my list."
"Yes, ma''am," they replied, surrounding the estate.
She decided to let Groveugh for a while. Once she found the Illuminati''s base, he''d have all the time crying.
After all, the Trennery family was just a front to shield Lara. Debra didn''t believe the Illuminati would waste resources on a dimwit like Grover.
Soon after, she led her crew to a small-time entrepreneur''s vi.
She had checked out Kurtis Atkinson''s profile. He wasn''t big, but Jordan''s hackers tied him to dark web trades, pegging him as Illuminati.
Her men pried open the gates, and they stormed in. Debra stepped inside slowly, but what greeted her was a memorial setup of white flowers, sandalwood, and a portrait of Kurtis.
A guy in mourning clothes was standing in the hall.
"Madam..." a guard started, wary about her moving forward.
The whole thing was suspicious.
Debra raised a hand, and the guards aimed their guns at the mourner.
"Hands up. Turn around," she said.
He obeyed, lifting his hands and facing her. His face was as in as Kurtis''s. His eyes were red, swollen from crying.
"What''s Kurtis to you?"
"He is my dad."
"Your name?"
"Ryan."
Ryan Atkinson looked up. Debra knew that look all too well.
A smirk tugged at her lips. "When''d your father die?"<fnc4bc> For original chapters go to find?novel</fnc4bc>
He choked up. "Today."