NovelEnglishDrake realized who he was facing.
"Sir, back when Ralph lost a fortune gambling at our place, it triggered the collapse of the Frazier family. I suspect that Debra is getting close to you for ulterior motives. Should we..." Peter said, slicing a finger across his throat. "No. Leave her to me," Drake responded calmly.
Peter blinked, surprised. "You're going to handle this yourself? Isn't that too much trouble?" "You mentioned she's filming sreality show on our island?" Drake inquired.
"Yes, but due to spublic backlash, the filming has been paused. However, their lease is still valid, so I doubt the crew or the guests will be leaving any tsoon," Peter replied.
"Make preparations. I feel like switching up my vacation spot," Drake said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Sir, Debra isn't the only one on the island. Juan is there too. Should we..." Peter reasoned.
Drake's eyes narrowed. "Are you tellinghow to run my affairs?" "N-no, sir," Peter stammered, bowing his head.
"Do as I say." "Yes, sir." Once Peter was alone, Drake's gaze drifted back to the photo of Debra on his computer screen. A cold smile crossed his face.
"Debra Frazier... Interesting." The night was deep when Debra woke up, her body aching all over. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, hearing a soft voice outside the door. "Ms. Frazier is awake." Before she knew it, the maid turned on the light and asked, "Ms. Frazier, are you feeling alright?" "My head feels heavy," Debra muttered, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue.
At least, it was much better than how she'd felt earlier in the day.
She took in the room's décor and asked, "Where am I?" This wasn't the house rented by the production team.
"We are..." Before the maid could finish, Marion entered with a bowl of oatmeal.
"This is Mr. Andrew's house," he said as he approached.
"Andrew?" Debra was puzzled.
She didn't know Andrew was on the island too.
Marion sat down beside her, blowing on a beenpoonful of oatmeal. "You've e all day. You should eat something." Still groggy, Debra let Marion feed her, slowly taking in the warm meal.
The door creaked open. Randy and William, both sporting dark circles under their eyes, shuffled into the room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDebra raised an eyebrow, pointing at their eyes. "What's with those?"
William responded, "Ms. Frazier, I'm Mr. Andrew Potter's private doctor, William
He took a step closer with a gentlemanly flair. "Ms.
air. "Ms Frazie allowto check on you." Before he could finish, Randy smacked the back of William's head.
br to your job, will you? Don't belongs to en.
bring your charm into this, Debra laughed softly. "How long have you guys been up?" Randy rubbed his temples. "Me? Three days. I slept a bit on the plane." Pointing to William, he added, "This guy? A day. He got airsick."
William grumbled, "I wanted to sleep, but Mr. Houston wouldn't let us Said you might wake up and need a band doctor. So, we spent the night playing cards. It was fun, though." en X
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