"Come on. Don''t you see that giant tractor? I''m blessed that he didn''t tear down my house," Drake snorted.


    Debra leaned in and whispered, "I added an extra 20 thousand dors to the card. Just stop fussing over it."


    "That''s more like it," Drake muttered.


    Then he caught on and frowned. "Wait, do you think Ick money?"


    "Well then, I''ll take him back and give him a proper talking-to," she said, turning to


    the bodyguard. "Help Mr. Lowe clean his yard. Look at the dust."


    She grabbed Marion and led him to leave.


    Once they were outside, Debra yanked open the car door.


    "Are you going in on your own, or do you want me to invite you in?"


    "Let me hold the door for you."


    "Don''t give me that. Why did youe here?"


    "Just trying to scare him a bit."


    "With a tractor and a sledgehammer?"


    "Knife." Marion lowered his head. "Are you mad?"


    "Not exactly."


    "Are you upset?"


    "Not really."


    "Then..."


    "I just feel helpless."


    The whole thing was both funny and annoying.


    Using a knife to scare someone, driving a tractor into someone''s yard, and swinging a sledgehammer at doors sounded like things straight out of a gangster movie.


    She reached out and pinched Marion''s face. "Listen to me, this is Seamar City. You don''t need to go around making threats and ying tough anymore. You need to tone it down, alright?"


    Marion sped her hand and nodded. "Yeah."


    "And


    exin about how you''re going to Our strange behavior t


    these


    past few days," she


    Marion paused and agreed, "Okay."


    Debra patted his head. "Good."


    Debra hadn''t paid attention to it before, but Marion''s hair felt so soft.


    He bent down a little. "Feels good, right?"


    "Are you saying I''m short?"


    "No."


    "I''m done."


    Debra pulled her hand back and turned to get in the car.


    But before she could even sit down


    Marion was right in front of her, et


    grabbed her hand, and she could feel his soft palm in hers.


    "You''re the highest. Just touch me, please."


    "That''s not apliment."


    She tapped his forehead and looked down at her phone.


    "I''ll be going out tomorrow."


    "Where are you going?"


    "Theda needs to talk to me about something."


    The car suddenly swayed, and she looked up.


    "What''s going on?"


    "Did she say what it was about?"


    "She didn''t. But I''m guessing it''s


    about


    rexpanding her busine


    in


    r City." Contentet