DreameNovelChapter 756 Debra nodded and led the way back to her room, Lara trailing closely behind. As they reached the door, Debra suddenly yanked Lara inside, catching her off guard. "Ms. Frazier, what are you doing?" Lara stammered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I need to talk to you about this dress," Debra said, cutting straight to the chase.
Lara's façade dropped, her expression turning serious. "Ms. Frazier, I have to warn you. This dress belongs to Miss Sharp. If she finds out you wore it, you won't like the consequences." Debra was skeptical. "It's just a dress. Surely, she wouldn't go that far over something so trivial, would she?" "With Miss Sharp, you can never be sure," Lara replied, her tone grave. "Her belongings are off-limits to everyone, whether it's clothing or people." Debra's eyes sharpened as she began to realize that Lara wasn't just another naive maid. Surviving this long in Drake's cutthroat world required a certain savvy.
"Drake didn't killbecause you covered for me, right?" Debra probed.
She had taken away Peter's phone. That matter alone could serve as a reason for Drake to kill her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, he had only kidnapped her and hadn't even mentioned the phone or the evidence on it. It was clear Lara had hidden it instead of handing it over to Drake.
Lara replied, "Ms. Frazier, you're a good person. If there's a chance to leave, you should take it. Because when Miss Sharp discovers your presence, your luck will run out." She turned and exited the room. Debra sensed the gravity of the situation, realizing that Miss Sharp was a force to be reckoned with.
At 3 a.m., the atmosphere in the casino was still pulsing with excitement. Amidst the thrumming .n crowd, a woman in a teal dress glided in, commanding attention with her striking features and radiant smile. Her flawless figure and an aura of mystery captivated every gaze that fell upon her.
Harland spotted her and hurried over. "Miss Sharp, what a surprise. If I'd known you were coming, I would've sent someone to fetch you." "No need for that," Yvonne Sharp replied coolly, her eyes sweeping across the room. "I'm here to see Drake. Where is he?" "Mr. Lowe was here earlier but had to leave on urgent business," Harland replied.
Yvonne frowned slightly. "He left?" "Yes, he had to." Harland wiped the sweat from his brow, terrified that she'd catch on to something amiss. Yvonne's gaze shifted toward the piano, and her interest waned. "Alright. I'll play one song and
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