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. "Cback soon." "I will," Debra promised, slipping out of the room.
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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 black 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.
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"Quite a sharp look. I presyour family is well off," Debra commented, tugging at his "This is a brand hoodie, right? Orkgate, this goes for seven or eight thousand dollars. 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 handsabout 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 sfiles earlier. If my memory servesright, he's from the Trennery family."
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