In the end, Drake''s face shed in her mind.

    "Drake Lowe!" She clenched her teeth.

    Drake sat up on the couch and sneezed loudly.

    Kale had just entered with a tray of ginger tea. "Boss, do you need to see a

    doctor? You might have a fever."

    "I''m fine. Don''t make a fuss." Drake leaned back on the couch. "Just leave the tea here and go. I need to rest."

    His phone rang, and he answered impatiently, "Hello?"

    "Drake, did you do this on purpose?" Debra demanded.

    "What? Not enjoying it? This is our hottest service," Drake repliedzily. "If there''s

    nothing else, I''m hanging up. Don''t bother me."

    He ended the call, about to put the phone down when it rang again.

    Drake was irritated. "I said, leave me alone."

    "Mr. Lowe, it''s been a while," a deep, eerie voice responded.

    Drake''s eyes widened in shock, and a chill ran down his spine. That was unmistakably Jeffrey''s voice.

    He held the phone away, noticing the call was from an unknown number.

    The caller continued, "See the ck sedan downstairs? Come down in ten minutes. We need to talk."

    The call ended with a mechanical click.

    Drake jumped up from the couch. Then he realized someone was using a voice changer to mimie Jeffrey, who was already

    He tried to call Debra, but a text message popped up on his phone, making him pause.

    [If our meeting leaks, she''s dead.]

    Then he

    to Marineceived a photo of Debra

    and Marion exiting the salon

    together. Apparently, it was taken from a sniper rifle''s lens.

    Drake stiffened, wondering who was behind this.

    Later that afternoon, Debra''s phone rang non-stop in the bedroom.

    Kale''s urgent voice came through, "Mrs. Houston, open the door. I''m outside your house."

    "What''s wrong?" Debra asked, sensing the urgency.

    "Mr. Lowe has gone missing," Kale replied.

    "Missing?" Debra got up and turned to Marion. "Go open the door."

    She quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Kale was at the door, frantic.

    "Mr. Lowe was there when I brought him tea, but when I came back to clear the dishes, he was gone."

    "Maybe he went out without telling you?"

    "That''s impossible. He was sick and

    said he was going to sleep. There''s no way he''d suddenly go out, especially without me. Plus, he doesn''t know his way aroundthe city: Where could he go?"

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