"How did you know?" Drake was surprised.


    "How else would I know? I asked Lara," Debra replied.


    Earlier, she had been recovering in the hospital, and everyone else had been busy with work. No one had paid attention to what Drake had been doing.


    "I came back to handle work, not to look for anything," Drake replied, looking


    away. "I didn''t take anything from them. Their intel was wrong. I lied to them just to buy time."


    "Come on. Do you know I''d believe that?" Debra scoffed. "What exactly did you hide?"


    "What, are you interrogating me now?" Drake mped up.


    Debra wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but Marion stepped in, pressing a hand on her shoulder.


    "I''ve got ways of making him talk," he said.


    "Alright, enjoy your chat. I''ll go get some water," she said, standing up.


    Drake looked up and saw Marion''s serious expression.


    He huffed, "Come on. Do you have to do this?"


    "I have since you didn''t cooperate." Debra waved her hand, leaving the room.


    Marion pulled up a chair and sat down. "So, are you gonna talk, or do I need to ask?"


    Drake saw his determination and leaned back against the head of the bed.


    "Are you really gonnay hands on a sick guy?"


    "I''ll wait for you to talk. Or, we could bring Robert in to question you."


    Drake''s face darkened even further. Of the three of them, Robert was the roughest.


    He didn''t want to end up with broken ribs.


    "It''s not like I don''t want to talk," he said. "You see, the Illuminati even managed to breach my casino. They locked me up there and tortured me all night, which shows how important that thing is to them."


    "So, that''s why you''re keeping quiet? You think I''d be scared?"


    "I can tell you, but you must keep it from Debra. Women would only mess things up."


    "You''re worrying too much. She is not just any woman."


    "I..."


    Before Drake could retort, Debra came back.


    "I


    Su guys three minutes. Still


    nothing?" she said, handing a ss r to Marion.elongs


    The other ss remained in her hand.


    Drake cleared his throat. "We''ve got a patient here."


    "Oh, right. The nurse is bringing you


    water," Debra scoffed, taking a sin


    from her ss. "Won''t mess up anything."


    Drake realized she was doing it on purpose.