Debbie Harris obviously wouldn't have dared to come to Northwyn on her own. She hadn't traveled there by choice; she had been brought over by Bella.
Even after arriving, she hadn't dared to flaunt herself publicly. She either slept in her hotel room or practically lived inside the underground casino. If the high-stakes games in Northwyn hadn't been on the verge of drying up for her, she wouldn't have ever resorted to such a desperate scheme. She would have just kept her head down, gambled quietly, and stayed hidden.
But a billion dollars... that kind of money was simply too tempting!
The moment she was caught, Debbie knew she was completely screwed. Being dragged into the room and coming face-to-face with Old Mr. Blake sent a jolt of absolute terror through her.
At first glance, she hadn't even recognized him. It had been years since they last saw each other, and the man before her had aged significantly. It wasn't until he spoke that she was sure it was him.
A violent shudder wrecked her body as cold sweat poured down her back. Taking in the scene in the room, she instantly realized her plot had been exposed. Her plan had backfired spectacularly, and she had trapped herself.
*Didn't Sabrina Ward say everything was arranged flawlessly? Didn't she promise there was absolutely zero risk?!*
She had actually believed that woman's garbage! Now look at her—her good days were officially over.
Debbie kept her head firmly bowed, too terrified to even steal a glance at Old Mr. Blake. She knew that even looking at him would only pour fuel on the raging fire of his anger.
She was acutely aware that she was nothing but a repulsive stain in the old man's eyes. There was no lingering affection to exploit, so Debbie had the self-awareness to stay silent.
Old Mr. Blake was explosive with rage. "You despicable wretch... sneaking into Northwyn on your own, and you dare scheme against me? Stirring up trouble on my turf?! I see you have a death wish! I let you live comfortably for years, and this is how you repay me? You must be tired of living!"
Seeing how violently agitated the old man was becoming, Lillian quickly stepped in, mindful of his fragile heart condition. "Old Mr. Blake, please don't let yourself get too worked up. Whatever needs to be said can be handled calmly. I've already sent someone to fetch your wife. Take a moment to steady your emotions. Let me handle the interrogation."
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