Ivan grew anxious at the news.
Debra took Marion's hand and said, "Let's go upstairs and order some takeout."
"Sure." Marion followed her obediently.
Garland thought Debra was exaggerating, but when he took a bite, a foul, fishy taste instantly filled his mouth. He could feel the fish scales dancing on his tongue.
"Actually, this is quite... gag... good. Keep it up... gag. I need to go upstairs for a second." He covered his mouth and rushed upstairs.
The food looked good but tasted awful. Debra's earlier comments were actually mild.
"Wait." Liza dropped her fork and chased after him.
With a poker face, Ivan walked over to the dishes he had prepared and dumped them into the trash.
The time left for him was limited. He needed to speed up his plans.
That afternoon, an invitation arrived at the Lowe Mansion.
Kale handed it to Drake, who glanced at it briefly. "They think I'll go to every little gathering?"
"Boss, this invitation isn't for you," Kale reminded him.
Leaning on the bed, Marion replied, "Sure, go ahead."
Kale left the room without saying a word. 'Any fool can see this party is dangerous. If she gets herself killed, Mr. Lowe will have one less problem.'
Marion thought for a moment and added, "Did you tell Ivan we're leaving to force his hand?"
"Exactly." Debra examined the invitation. "This fashion gala is a big deal. Every wealthy and influential lady in town will be there. Ivan knows how to bait a woman alright."
"It's going to be dangerous," Marion warned.
"It's alright," Debra reassured him. "Orkgate is Drake's territory, and I am his guest. If I let him know in advance, he'll make sure nothing happens to me."
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