Debra led Garland into her room, and he panicked.
"I don't think I should go in since Marion isn't around," he said weakly.
Debra sat down on the sofa. "Only Marion and I know your secret. This room is soundproof and safe for private talks."
"O-Kay," Garland sighed in relief.
Debra cut straight to the point. "Actually, I'm curious. Did Fermin come to Seamar City as well?"
"What? That's impossible." Garland was shocked.
But then, he remembered the time he had been caught snooping around Debra's meals. Cornered, he had lied and claimed that Fermin liked her.
Fermin's death was a closely guarded secret within the Eaton family. No one outside could know the truth. Even if Debra and Marion were his friends, he couldn't reveal it.
Debra pressed, "Why not? How are you so sure?"
"He's always busy with work, and his trips have been handled by me," Garland explained. "Why do you ask?"
Debra tossed an earpiece onto the table. "Remember this?"
"It's a Bluetooth earpiece. What about it?"
"It's not that I don't believe you," Debra said slowly, her tone measured. "But if it wasn't you, then it must have been Fermin."
"It can't be him."
"Why? Why are you so sure? What if he came for a trip or something?"
"That's just impossible."
Debra saw his innocent look and didn't push further. "I'm not the type to dig deep. If you're not an enemy, I can turn a blind eye to it. Everyone has their secrets, but you got close to us for a reason. And with the events at the Royal Grand Hotel yesterday, I have to tread carefully."
In the past, Garland hadn't done anything extreme. He mostly just ate, drank, and snooped around to find out what she was eating.
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