Chapter 1602

"Who are you so jumpy?" Debra stared at him, puzzled.

Every time Andrew came up, Drake would clam up.

"I'm injured here," he sulked. "Stop bothering me. You can go if you're done"

He turned to Kale. "Escort Mrs. Houston out. Do I have to spell it out?"

"Yes, boss," Kale said, stepping toward with a polite gesture.

"Rest up then," Debra said. "I won't have time to chat with you anyway." For more chapters visit finḑnovel.net

She glanced at Kale. "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run around. The Illuminati wants his head. I'm not sure I can save him again."

"Understood," Kale replied smoothly.

Drake's frown deepened. "Who's your boss here, her or me?"

Kale glanced between them, stammering, "You are, Boss."

"Then get back here. Since when do you take orders from someone else?" Drake huffed.

Debra smirked at his childish outburst. "I'm out."

Jordan rushed home when he heard Debra was back.

"Something up? Why the hurry?" she asked.

"You're all relaxed, huh?" Jordan joked, dodging work talk. "While I've got a pile of family crap to deal with."

He flopped onto the sofa. "How'd things go overseas?"

"Pretty solid," Debra said, sitting beside him. "The Illuminati tried to snatch Marion's clout. They failed. No clue what they'll do next."

Jordan teased her, "Miss Trennery has been cozying up to him lately. You better step in, or your man might end up with her."

"You mean Lexie?" Debra said casually.

Jordan admired her chill. Any other wife would have made a scene about it.

"She's glued to Marion, following him all the way here," he said, despising women like that.

Just like Shelia, Lexie pretended to be pure and innocent. Behind backs, they got what they wanted by hook or crook.

"Relax," Debra said. "I'm not freaking out, so don't you start. If you've got time, check out this website for me." She handed him a slip of paper. It had the website address from Michael.

He'd said it was no longer valid, but she wanted to dig anyway.

"Let me see." Jordan opened his laptop and typed it in. "You know, Randy's the real computer whiz among us. If you weren't keeping them at arm's length, he'd crack this in a day."