Chapter 768

Debra’s heart skipped a beat. She narrowed her eyes. “Oppose Mr. Lowe? Is this a joke? In this city, who would dare stand against him?”

Ava’s face tightened. That night, she had only overheard fragments of the conversation, but she was sure they were plotting to deal with Drake. She looked up at Drake and said urgently, “She is biding her time, waiting for her lover to rescue her. I was just trying to protect you and show you the kind of woman she truly is.”

Debra arched an eyebrow. “And you have proof of this? Or is it just more of your words?”

Ava shot back, desperation creeping into her voice. “No, I saw it with my own eyes. Mr. Lowe, you can’t keep her around you. Who knows if she’s been sent by your enemies to bring you down?”

Debra smirked, sarcasm lacing her tone. “That’s funny. How could a weak woman like you pose any threat to Mr. Lowe? That makes him sound vulnerable, don’t you think?”

Ava paled, and Debra turned her gaze to Drake. “What do you think, Mr. Lowe?”

Drake’s expression remained unreadable. “Take her away.”

“Yes, boss.” Harland moved swiftly, seizing Ava by the arm.

Panic flooded Ava’s face. “Mr. Lowe, please. I’m telling the truth. You have to believe me!”

“Just go!” Harland dragged her down the hall.

Debra’s eyes followed them until they reached the elevator, noting the terrified look on Ava’s face as the elevator ascended to the third floor. She wondered what was so scary on that floor.

Drake’s voice cut through her thoughts. “You have nothing else to say?”

Debra blinked and shrugged. “Say what?”

“You’re not going to explain what she said?”

“You’re not buying into her nonsense, are you?”

“What if I am?”

Drake stepped closer, his eyes narrowing.

“Fine, I’ll explain,” Debra sighed dramatically. “That night, I let a mongrel take me away. He tried something in the square, and I struggled. Ava must’ve seen the commotion and misinterpreted it. She made it into this ridiculous tale, making you doubt me. I thought you, of all people, would see through such obvious lies. Can I take this for your jealousy?”

Drake scoffed, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

She grinned, “Likewise.”

“But,” he pressed, his tone more serious now, “did you tell him to gather people against me?”