GoodNovelChapter 818
Outside the villa, Erica strode toward her car. She paused, her sharp gaze flicking to the side.
“Randy. Stop hiding and get over here.”
From the shadows, Randy sheepishly emerged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Erica...” She grunted, “Why were
you skulking around back there?”
Randy offered a lopsided grin. “I’m a guy. It didn’t feel right to go in there and scare off two women like that. But
you were amazing. That roar of yours could be heard from outside.
Erica rolled her eyes. “You're useless.”
“Yes, | am,” Randy laughed.
She waved him off. “Where's Debra? She’s back safe now, right? You promised you'd taketo see her. Hurry
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“We'll go tomorrow,” Randy replied mysteriously.
“Why?” Erica asked suspiciously.
Randy explained, “You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Why interrupt their ttogether? We'd just
be third wheels.”
Realization dawned on Erica. “What about Marion? Is he at the Potter Mansion?”
Randy sighed. “Don’t even remind me. He flew straight there the moment he touched. down. He didn’t even
check on me.”
For days, he had been running himself ragged, managing affairs for the Houston family, the McKinney Group,
and his own business, on top of keeping tabs on Orkgate.
Marion, however, had gone to Orkgate without even telling him. Randy was frustrated that he'd missed such a
great opportunity to lash at Drake.
Marion arrived at the Potter Mansion, his clothes still frosty from the cold. Andrew greeted him in the hall, calm
as always.
“Where's Debra?”
“Upstairs.”
Marion started heading up, but Andrew suddenly called out, “Are you really going up there looking like that?”
Marion blinked, realizing how worn down he appeared. He hadn't slept in two days, his
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It had been years since Andrew had seen him so haggard.
“Barton, fetch hot water and sclean clothes for Mr. Houston. And make sure he shaves, “Andrew ordered.
“Don’t let him slip away.”
As Barton moved to obey, Andrew chuckled at Marion. “Even if you try to sneak up there now, you don’t know
which room she is.”
Marion laughed for the first tin days. “Your guards couldn't stop me. I'm too eager to see my fiancée.”
He shrugged off his coat, tossed it to Barton, and rushed up the stairs.
On any
other day, he might have cleaned up first. But today, he couldn't wait. Even though they had been apart for less
than a week, it felt like an eternity.
Inside the guest room, a maid got a hot bath ready for Debra. “Ms. Frazier, the water's ready. You're injured, so
lethelp you bathe.
Debra nodded. But just as the maid was about to assist, the door burst open.
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