NovelEnglishChapter 988 Debra interrupted Erica and Randy's bickering. "Alright, guys. I'm just thinking. If the opponent has been planning this for a while, these artists in their pocket will be serving senterprise after they gain fame, right? But we know all the entertainment companies in Seamar City. Are there any upstarts?" Randy shook his head. "Nope, at least I haven't found any. But that's the weird part. Suddenly, there are all these new arcades and casinos, and even the entertainment industry is flooded with new faces. Whoever is behind this can't stay invisible." Debra thought for a moment. "I'll find a chance to check it out." "Think twice," Randy cautioned. "That place is a mixed bag. It's fine if Drake is behind this. If not..." That would mean another force was at play.
As evening fell, Debra changed into casual clothes and blended into the crowd, making her way to a newly opened arcade.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe arcade was on the second floor of a mall, surrounded by old residential areas. Despite the location, the place was bustling.
As Debra approached the entrance, a strong smell of cigarette smoke hit her. The room was filled with a thick haze, making it hard to see. Patrons with cigarettes dangling from their mouths were intensely playing games, accompanied by shouts and curses. Debra held her breath and stepped inside. The smoke was overpowering, and the lack of ventilation made her feel dizzy.
Suddenly, a familiar voice caught her attention. "Con. Letget it." Turning to her side, she saw a man in casual clothes, a cap, and sunglasses frantically playing a claw machine. He stood out in the nearly empty section of the arcade Her interest piqued, she walked over and tapped his shoulder. The man jumped and swallowed when he saw her.
"Garland?" Debra raised an eyebrow.
expect to see you in Seamar enjoying yourself like Seamet City "Not Garland. Wrong person," he stammered, trying to back away.
But Debra pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGarland quickly covered his face with his hands. "Wrong person, Mrs. Houston."
"If we've never met before," Debra pointed out, "how do you know who I am?"
Garland dropped his hands, nervously gesturing. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Houston. Ym Fermin, and Garland is my brother. We look alike, and he talked toabout you."
"Has anyone ever told you that you sound like Donald Duck when you're lying?". "Why Donald Duck?" "Because you quack a lot when you're panicking."
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