Conrad realized his blunder and quickly corrected himself. "I really didn't know, I swear. I've been loyal to you for so many years."
"Loyal?" Drake snorted. "Well, if you're so loyal, why don't you go down and keep your daughter company? Die for your cause."
"What?" Conrad was shocked. "No matter what, I'm the head of the Sharp family. You can't do this to me. Aren't you afraid of me exposing your deeds?"
"You could try," Drake sneered, spreading his arms. "Go ahead and expose everything. Let's see if you're quicker than my bullet."
Conrad hesitated, and Drake continued, "If you tell me who you've been working with, I might spare your life. The choice is yours. Think carefully before you answer."
That was extra lenience. In the past, Conrad would have been dead even if he was willing to speak.
Conrad gritted his teeth and raised his head. "There was no one else, just Miss Bernard."
Drake's smile faded. "Is that so?"
"Now that I'm in your hands, do whatever you like. You're the king of Orkgate, so what? Compared to that person, you're nothing," Conrad huffed, resigned to fate.
"Good, very good," Drake laughed, stepping back. "Don't worry. I won't get my hands dirty with this. Someone else will do it."
Lara's voice was unwavering. "How many women have you hurt? How many illegitimate daughters do you have? You probably don't even know."
"You're my daughter? Help me. I don't want to die," Conrad said, scrambling to her side.
His tone was pitiful, but his eyes were fixed on the gun in her hand.
Lara trembled with anger as she thought about the deaths of her friend and her mother. But then, a conversation she had once had with Debra resurfaced in her mind.
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