God knew how panicked Marion was when that guard raised his gun at Debra.


    "I..." Debra murmured, "I couldn''t find you."


    "That''s not an excuse." Marion frowned. "Do you not trust me, or are you just used to handling everything yourself? Even if you stood there doing nothing, I could find you in a second. You shouldn''t have rushed it like that."


    "The doors were closing, and I was worried that the guy would get away, so..." she exined.


    "I don''t care about the Illuminati. I care about you." Marion cupped her face, his tone serious. "You can''t go solo like that again."


    "What if I do that again?" Debra looked at him.


    Marion pinched her cheek and muttered, "I''ll break your legs so that you can''t run off again."


    Debra pped his hand away. "It was a special case today. I won''t do it again."


    "Remember what you said. Don''t make me worry," Marion relented, pinching her


    nose.


    "By the way, what''s the situation now?"


    "I''ve handled it."


    "How?"


    He fell silent, but she didn''t press further. "The gas inside the castle worked on me. Howe it didn''t affect you?"


    "I''m used to it." Marion shrugged. "If it''s the first time you smell it, it''ll hit hard. But over time, you get used to it, and your reactions decrease. These people probably aren''t new to this kind of party, so the dose was big. In fact, it''s pretty much like a stimnt."


    "That''s how it is," Debra muttered.


    No wonder when she smelled that stuff, her heart was racing, and it felt like something inside her was about to burst. Even her senses were heightened.


    She touched her flushed cheek and nced at Marion, who was driving. "Are you mad?"


    "No."


    "Then why aren''t you looking at me?"


    ?


    "I''m driving. Marion reached out a


    hand and


    took hers. "I just want y


    Bet


    e better care of yourself s worried about you." Contes


    When he saw her hurt, it nearly drove him crazy.


    "Okay. I''ll take better care of a


    and not get hurt again." Marion_


    tightened his grip on her hand, "Funny. I seem to remembero someone saying that before."


    Debra gave up on reassuring him. She changed the subject. "Michael is waiting for us at home. I''ll sleep for a bit."


    She closed her eyes. Marion looked at her in the rearview mirror and slowed down.


    The car soon arrived at the Bernard Mansion. Marion parked in the garage and,


    as he opened the door, Debra''s eyes fluttered open.


    He draped his jacket over her shoulders. "We''re home."


    Debrazily stretched herself and got out of the car.


    In the living room, Michael sat on the sofa, having a remote meeting with his


    agent.