Marianne didn't have to wait long. As soon as she stepped out of the law firm building, Drake was already parked in front with his Mercedes."You came too fast," she commented nervously."What?" Drake asked."N-nothing.""Aren't you going in?" he inquired."Ah, yes, sir," she responded, rattled by Drake's unexpected arrival."Where are you two going to meet?" he asked."RedLutos Motel, sir," she replied."That place, huh?" Drake smirked, his eyes holding a glint of recognition. It was the same place he had first caught Merlyn cheating on him. "Are you two planning on making another video?""No! Why would I!" Marianne exclaimed indignantly. "I may still have feelings for him, but I would never make the same mistake again!""You still want him?" Drake asked."I know I'm stupid," she admitted, covering her face. Drake remained silent.Marianne desperately wanted to ask Drake to drop her off and trust her to handle the meeting with Nicklaus, but she felt too intimidated by her boss's mood
Drake lounged on a bench in the sparsely furnished detention center, maintaining an unexpectedly calm demeanor. The police station's activity unfolded before him with an air of detachment, as if he were just stopping by on a routine errand.A police officer couldn't help but comment, eyeing Drake, "You seem pretty relaxed, considering the situation.""Well, I've been in tighter spots. It's not the end of the world," Drake replied, a casual smile gracing his lips.He continued to observe the bustling scene around him, as if he were an outsider witnessing a peculiar spectacle."Most folks don't take being detained so casually," the police officer remarked, raising an eyebrow.Drake chuckled softly."I suppose most folks aren't used to having a front-row seat in the justice system. Besides, I know I won't stay here for too long."Drake's nonchalant attitude left the police officer perplexed as he leaned back, seemingly unfazed by the pending assault charge.On the other side of the polic
Lucille found herself at the center of a growing spectacle. Her accidental declaration of her maidenhood had brought even more attention to her, and her face had turned an even deeper shade of crimson. She opened her mouth, attempting to rectify the situation, but no words came out.“Ahem!”The police officer cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the situation. He said, “Please quiet down for a moment, Miss Lucille. I'm asking, sir…” the police officer said, pausing for a moment to hear Drake’s name, which prompted Drake to respond.“I'm Drake Chwe.”“Okay, Sir Drake Chwe, please confirm if Miss Lucille was telling the truth,” the police continued, but Drake remained unfazed and denied any connection to Lucille.“No, I don't know this woman," he firmly said.Lucille's face contorted with disbelief and frustration.“What—what? I clearly remember you! How can I forget that face!” she said defiantly.Drake raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.“But you can't remem
In the police station, Marianne had just finished her interrogation and was pleasantly surprised by the swiftness of the case proceedings. Instead of pressing charges, BellRox Corporation was extending a helping hand to both her and Drake, given the situation with their major client, or rather, her ex.The police officer informed her that they only needed to wait for BellRox Corporation to bail them out.Relieved and eager to share the good news with Drake, Marianne headed back to the detention area. However, what she found there was beyond surprising.She was shocked to see Lucille inexplicably pulling Drake's hair. So she rushed forward to intervene.“What on earth do you think you're doing?” she asked furiously, pulling Lucille’s hair to separate her from Drake.But before she could reach Drake, a baffling altercation unfolded. Marianne and Lucille found themselves caught in a bizarre tug-of-war, each gripping the other's hair, creating a scene in front of the detention area.“Let
Early in the morning, as the city stirred to life, Drake emerged from the detention area with a hint of disheveledness, while Marianne, though fatigued, remained composed. They exited through separate doors, reuniting at the front desk after both being bailed out."How was your stay?" Drake inquired, his tone deceptively casual, as if they had just checked out of a hotel."It's not as bad as I expected, sir," Marianne responded, though her gaze was fixed not on Drake but on Lucille, who loitered within the police station despite being released earlier."What are you looking at?" Lucille asked, irritation lacing her words."You. Why are you still here?" Marianne replied, her tone growing more confrontational, refusing to back down."I have business with him," Lucille pointed at Drake, who let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his temples, clearly unenthusiastic about more drama."You may go, Marianne. Rest, and don't go to work today," he said."But, sir, that woman... do you know her
The dimly lit apartment in the heart of the city had witnessed its fair share of family battles, but this morning’s confrontation between Drake and his mother, Linda, was unlike any other. The morning sun cast eerie shadows across the room, intensifying the already tense atmosphere.Drake sat on the worn-out sofa, his eyes locked on his mother, who remained motionless in the aftermath of his actions. The bluish tint of her skin offered him a strange sense of relief and satisfaction."She deserves this," he muttered, his hands still trembling from the adrenaline. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, his mind justifying his actions as he reflected on the suffering Linda had inflicted on him and his sister, Eleanor."She deserves this," he repeated, contemplating how Eleanor was pushed to her breaking point because of their mother.Thinking about his resentment toward Linda, Drake activated his holographic screen and produced a large storage box, one spacious enough to accommodate a person."H
Lucille, consumed by her curiosity about Drake, decided to tail him. She hailed a cab and followed him until he reached his old apartment."Why is he in this neighborhood?" she mused to herself, her interest piqued. She moved stealthily, trying to stay inconspicuous as she followed behind.Drake, on the other hand, was so engrossed in his own thoughts and emotions that he remained oblivious to Lucille's presence.“Oh my god!” she let out a short, surprised scream when she witnessed the horrifying crime Drake suddenly committed."What's happening?" she muttered under her breath, her shock palpable. "She definitely called him son," she thought as her trembling hands reached for her phone to dial the emergency hotline. However, despite the hotline answering almost immediately, she hesitated and eventually ended the call."He's wealthy," she contemplated, her fear mounting. "What if I end up in trouble instead?" Lucille pondered the consequences of snitching on Drake to the authorities an
Drake stood in awe as Jessica's demeanor underwent a sudden shift, as if a switch had been flipped. Her true attitude briefly emerged; she was shocked to find Lucille in the hospital rather than behind bars."She should be in prison!" she exclaimed, before seamlessly reverting to her innocent and soft-spoken facade. "Oh, I'm sorry. Hello, I'm Jessica Choy. I'm a friend of hers. May I know what happened?" she inquired."Jessica Choy?" he muttered, remembering where he'd first come across that name."You don't know her?" one of Jessica's friends chimed in."She's the only daughter of Gerald Choy from Gerald and Sons Corporation," another added."Everyone knows about her. How come you don't?" a third friend asked.Drake wondered inwardly, "What's wrong with them?" He arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by such a narcissistic introduction."I don't know about that, but please be quiet. I don't want to talk to anyone," he responded bluntly, turning his back to them and drawing the partition cur