"No rush," Debra said, flat. "You'll join your dad in prison soon enough."
She had given him chances, but he hadn't appreciated it. Their blood ties were done. Now she just wanted to figure out where he got those drugs.
She slid a bag of powder across the table. "Familiar?"
"Why bother?" he snorted. "Didn't you figure it out? I made it. So what? I needed cash to survive after you took everything. What's wrong with that?"
"That simple, huh?" Debra smirked, killing the camera feed. "Where did you get it? The Illuminati's old stash or somewhere else? Spill, or I'll make you."
Marion stepped in, his shadow looming. 20 years later, Stanley still flinched at the sight of him.
He glared at her and continued, "After my mom died, my life tanked. I wanted you all gone, so I tailed you and saw you head into some hills. Then there was an earthquake, and I got knocked out. When I came to, I found stuff in the rubble. It was the Illuminati's powder. I spent 20 years tweaking it and made a fortune. But compared to what you have, that's nothing. You're just lucky. Given more time, I would have..."
"Even with a century, you'd still flop." Debra shrugged. "Enjoy the rest of your life in jail."

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