Chapter 1817

"No rush," Debra said, flat. "You'll join your dad in prison soon enough."

She had given him chances, but he hadn't appreciated it. Their blood ties were done. Now she just wanted to figure out where he got those drugs. This content belongs to Fɪnd-Novel.net

She slid a bag of powder across the table. "Familiar?"

"Why bother?" he snorted. "Didn't you figure it out? I made it. So what? I needed cash to survive after you took everything. What's wrong with that?"

"That simple, huh?" Debra smirked, killing the camera feed. "Where did you get it? The Illuminati's old stash or somewhere else? Spill, or I'll make you."

Marion stepped in, his shadow looming. 20 years later, Stanley still flinched at the sight of him.

As soon as he moved closer, Stanley blurted, "This is a police station. Touch me, and I'll sue you."

"The camera is off," Debra said, leaning in. "Without proof, how are you gonna squeal?"

Marion cracked his knuckles, and Stanley threw his arms up.

"I'll talk. That year, I was broke, so I visited my dad in prison," Stanley said. "He told me about the Illuminati. Back then, they used him to take out your dad in that crash. So, he told me to hit them up for cash and get him out. But those people laughed me off and kicked me out."

He glared at her and continued, "After my mom died, my life tanked. I wanted you all gone, so I tailed you and saw you head into some hills. Then there was an earthquake, and I got knocked out. When I came to, I found stuff in the rubble. It was the Illuminati's powder. I spent 20 years tweaking it and made a fortune. But compared to what you have, that's nothing. You're just lucky. Given more time, I would have..."

"Even with a century, you'd still flop." Debra shrugged. "Enjoy the rest of your life in jail."