Back then, Debra had been too weak, relying on tricks to survive in the cracks of Seamar City.
Now her gaze was determined. She had strong backing and could be herself.
For his part, Jordan had made the most important decision of his life because of her.
The two cars pulled up at the Potter Mansion. The three of them headed upstairs to see Drake.
But as soon as Jordan opened the door, a vase was thrown straight at Debra.
Debra froze, and so did Drake on the bed.
Jordan kicked the vase away just in time, preventing it from hitting Debra.
"What's your problem?" Jordan frowned.
Drake's face darkened. "Spending a million in a nightclub and booking a hotel room with a gigolo. Debra, you're something else."
"Why is everyone asking me the same thing?" Debra rubbed her brows.
Jordan didn't interrupt Drake. Instead, he walked in and poured himself a glass of wine.
"I'm waiting for her explanation too," he said.
Juan followed him inside and sat on a nearby sofa.
Debra felt the weight of Jordan's and Drake's gazes. Though Juan didn't speak, she knew him too well. He meant the same thing.
Drake frowned. "If you're so clear, what are you upset about?"
"Because he kept it from me. Those are two different things. I lost it when I first read the news. I couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. What did I say earlier? I spent the whole afternoon processing and figuring that out."
"So, did you guys fight?"
"W-We did. I didn't question Marion because I suspected the house might have been bugged. I couldn't clear things up with him there. I had to wait for him to cool down. Maybe then he'd understand me."
"Why did you think the house was bugged?"
"Because of Michael's call."
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