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
"Just shut up if you don't want to die,” Drake warned, causing Lucille to nervously bite her tongue. Tearfully, she watched as Drake drove her away from the hospital and brought her to a condominium unit."Aren't you going to get out, or would you rather I keep carrying you?" Drake asked, opening the car door for Lucille."I'm getting out!" she replied with trembling words and hurriedly stepped out of the car."Where are your shoes?" Drake inquired."Shoes?" Lucille said, looking down at her bare feet, and she flinched when Drake let out a frustrated sigh."I'll carry you. Don't scream, or there will be consequences," he warned."No, no, I'll walk!""Walk, or face the consequences."Lucille trembled even more with each threat, fearing that Drake might actually carry out his words.Meanwhile, Drake didn't actually intend to act on his threats. His mind was already consumed by worry to even think of a threat to her."I need to find a way to make her forget what she saw, but how?" he won
Lucille's eyes slowly fluttered as she emerged from the dreamland. Her whole body felt heavy, as if she just escaped a terrible nightmare."Where am I?" she muttered, looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling."Why do I feel so heavy?" she groaned as she moved slowly."Ah!" she gasped, immediately covering her mouth as she realized Drake was beside her, his arms wrapped around her."Why... why?" she quivered. The memory of the crime Drake committed flashed through her mind, reviving the fear she felt. Her whole body trembled, but she froze upon realizing they were both naked."What? What happened—Ah!"She immediately sat up, but when she tried to leave the bed, Drake pulled her back, laying beside her. Her face instantly turned red as she felt the warmth of his body against hers."Are you going to ditch me?" he asked, wearing a sad expression."Ditch you? Ditch you at what?" she asked back, perplexed by the sudden change in Drake's demeanor."Can't you remember what happened? Aren't you go
Lucille found herself going with the flow, unable to keep up with Drake's pace, and ended up doing what he wanted.Eventually, both of them got dressed and prepared for the day."Where's your home?" Drake asked as they got inside the car."Huh?" Lucille responded, still in a daze."Where's your house?" he repeated. "Or do you have classes today? Where should I drop you off?""Huh? Ah?" she mumbled, shaking her head to focus. "Please take me home.""Are you sure? Won't you miss any classes?" he inquired."N-no. No, sir.""Sir? Call me by my name," he chuckled. "Am I too old for you?""No, you're still young!" she stammered."Or do you not remember my name? You were screaming my name last night at—"Drake couldn't finish his sentence as Lucille panicked and covered his mouth."I got it. I got it," she said, her face turning red.Drake simply smiled. The two became silent for the rest of the ride until they reached Lucille's house. He couldn't help but notice how much she fidgeted in her