"Sure." Ivan caught the dress.
Lara presented another box. "Mrs. Houston, there's one more."
"Another one?" Debra opened the box to find a black chiffon gown.
"It's mine," Liza exclaimed, rushing over.
Seeing the beautiful gown, she beamed with joy. "This dress is called Black Sand Star River. I should praise their good taste."
She held the gown up to herself, admiring it. Debra realized that the invitation was extended to Liza as well.
Drake emerged from his study and looked down from the second floor. "What? Feeling left out because someone else got a designer gown?"
"Not really. Mine is being ironed now," Debra replied.
Drake frowned, glancing at Kale. "Why didn't you tell me she was going too?"
"I thought you didn't care, Boss."
Drake seethed. "Don't you know the gala..."
"Mr. Houston agreed to her attending," Kale explained.
Seeing Ivan was also there, Drake came down and said to Debra, "Come with me."
"Why?"
"To take a walk in the garden."
Debra stared at him. "Are you done?"
Drake felt better after venting his frustration. "Yes. Now, give me an explanation."
"I need to borrow some of your men," Debra said.
Drake's anger flared up again. "What the hell? Do you think I'm a philanthropist? You just take and never give back."
"Calm down. I know there's something fishy about this banquet, but I have to go for the bigger picture."
"Cut the crap."
"So, are you lending me your men or not?"
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