Marion realized what was going on.

    "His door got blown off by the wind," he stammered.

    "The wind blew it off? And I''m supposed to pay for it?" Debra said in disbelief.

    She found Drake''s message on her phone and showed it to him. "Drake says some lunatic showed up at his cest night and smashed his door. Oh, and he sent me a security cam video. Wanna take a look?"

    The footage was crystal clear, showing how Marion barged into Drake''s house. Marion didn''t even blink. "I was just testing the durability of his door."

    "Come on. I''m not blind," Debra huffed, standing up. "Let me guess. You were afraid that Drake would spill your secrets, so you went over there to shut him up."

    "No, I didn''t." Marion fidgeted.

    Debra crossed her arms. "He didn''t tell me anything, and you tore down his door. You''re paying for it."

    She tossed the bill at him and headed upstairs.

    Marion nced down at the invoice and then Kale, who was standing nearby.

    Kale nervously bowed his head. "I''m just following Mr. Lowe''s orders."

    Marion snorted, "Go back and tell him. I''ll personally go install his new door."

    Kale felt a chill down his spine, unable

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    than a promise.

    He quickly pulled out his phone to inform Drake. But before he could press the Call button, Marion put down his te and walked straight

    the door.

    "We''ll go together," Marion said, grabbing a shovel by the door.

    Kale''s stomach dropped. "Shit."

    He hurried after Marion, but before he could catch up, Marion had already taken his car and driven off.

    Kale was dumbfounded. Losing no time, he called Drake, whozily answered, "Did Debra get the bill?"

    "Boss, Marion is on his way."

    "Why?"

    "He said he''s going to install our new door, and he brought a shovel."

    Drake cursed and quickly hung up.

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    through the courtyard. By the timeet

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    d downstairs, he saw a tractor rolling through his front gate.

    Unmistakably, the driver was one of Marion''s men. Drake clenched his jaw. "Get the hell down from there!"

    The driver scrambled off the tractor as fast as he could.