Drake smirked. "You really think I''d let her find out?"


    Tom''s face darkened. "Drake, so no matter what I do-whether I talk or stay silent -you never intended to let me or Vrie walk out of this alive, did you?"


    "I''ve already told you, your survival depends on whether you tell me the truth. If you insist on lying and sealing your own fate, there''s nothing I can do for you," Drake countered.


    Tom clenched his fists at his sides, a deep sense of regret washing over him.


    If only he hadn''t epted Drake''s help in the first ce, he wouldn''t have ended up in this mess. Regret, however, was useless now.


    If it were just him, he wouldn''t care whether he lived or died. But now that Vrie had been dragged into this, it felt as though Drake had seized him by his weakest point.


    Taking a deep breath, Tom was about to speak when the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the doorway.


    Everyone in the living room turned to look.


    Damon strode in, nked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group.


    Drake''s face darkened, while Tom''s eyes lit up with relief.


    "Mr. Sumner!" he called out.


    He knew it-trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Vrie were saved!


    Damon didn''t acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake.


    "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don''t get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.


    Drake leaned back, his posture rxed. "Mr. Sumner, I''ve heard a lot about you. But this is strictly between Mr. Genge and me. I suggest you stay out of it, unless you want to get yourself into trouble."


    "Mr. Genge is my friend. His business is my business. And while we''re at it, let''s not forget how you blocked my wife''s car on the road recently. Shouldn''t we settle that, too?" Damon retorted.


    Drake narrowed his eyes. "Mr. Sumner, let me correct


    you-ording to what I know you and Ms. Kinsey aren''t married. At best, you''re just cohabiting


    "As for Mr. Genge''s issue, he owes me tens of millions. Are you nning to pay it off for him?"


    The living room fell into tense silence, the air almost crackling as though a taut wire was about to snap.


    After what felt like an eternity,


    Damon broke the silence, his voice icy. "So just because Mr. Genge


    owes you money, you think it''s eptable to kidnap an innocent woman to threaten him?"


    "Kidnap?" Drake chuckled. "Mr. Sumner, I merely invited Ms. Weir here for a conversation."


    "Well, let''s see if she agrees. I''ve already called the police. They''ll be here soon, and you can exin your version to them. Let''s find out if they buy it," Damon said.


    Drake let out a lowugh, then stood up, towering over Damon. "Fine. I''ll remember this, Mr. Sumner. Let''s see what happens next."


    He nced at Bruce. "Let''s go."


    With that, Drake turned and left. His men quickly followed, leaving the living room half-empty.


    Damon turned to Spencer. "Station our people outside and make sure they''re gone."


    "Understood, Mr. Sumner," Spencer replied.


    Once Damon''s men left, Tom rushed to Vrie''s side and began untying her ropes.


    "Vrie, I''m so sorry. This is all my fault," he apologized.


    As soon as the tape on Vrie''s mouth was removed, she shoved him away and scowled. "Stay away from me!"


    Tom froze, his expression stiffening at her look of disgust. He withdrew his hands awkwardly.


    Vrie must detest him now. They''d been broken up for so long, yet she had been implicated and kidnapped out of the blue.


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