Chapter 1727

The others were relieved to hear that, but Marion knew Debra would not give up on finding the truth even if it would rip her apart.

"Ow. Easy, man," Randy yelped as a dazed Drake jabbed him.

Drake snapped out of it, scowling. "Come on. Don't be a crying baby. I've taken worse without complaining."

"You're built like a tank. I'm just a pampered prince."

"Say that again?"

"You heard me."

"Wanna fight? I've just been going easy on you."

"Bring it on."

Marion cut in, deadpan. "Time to move."

"This place gives me the creeps," Drake grumbled. "What were those Illuminati freaks thinking?"

Robert nudged him, shaking his head.

Drake caught on that he had hit Randy's sore spot. Still, he didn't sugarcoat it. The Illuminati was trash. "Before you rag on others, check your own company's dirty laundry," Erica shot back. "You've got some nerve."

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Theda led the way. "I heard the Illuminati's core stuck with it because of this gateway. I always wanted to check it out but never had the chance."

Robert shrugged. "Probably just smoke and mirrors."

"Not quite," Fermin said, scanning the walls. "My grandpa walked through it once. Said this place smooths over regrets."

Drake scoffed, "If that were real, the world wouldn't be such a mess."

Randy jabbed, "Oh, you're the expert now?"

Drake smirked. "I know more than you, at least."

"Can you two quit bickering like you're on a sugar high?" Erica sulked. "Save the trash talk. Fight it out when we get out."

"Yes, ma'am," Randy said, shutting up.

Drake snorted, "As henpecked as Marion."

Suddenly, a little boy's happy voice hit his ears. "Mom."

Drake froze.