Chapter 365

The coffee in Debra's hand sloshed onto the ground. Marion, in a swift motion, bent down and wiped the stain from her high heels.

"Sorry, I'm late," he murmured.

Debra was taken aback. She rarely saw Marion like this—humble, remorseful, almost vulnerable.

Her gaze fell upon his hands, noticing the fine scars that crisscrossed his skin and the bandage wrapped around his wrist. He was hurt.

She reached out, her fingers gently encircling his arm, to inspect the injury. "You're hurt?"

In the world, few people could hurt the formidable Marion.

Erica paled at the sight of the bandage. "What happened? Wasn't Randy with you? Where is he?"

She looked around, but there was no sign of Randy. "Is he..."

Marion replied calmly, "He's still on the plane."

Erica's shoulders sagged with relief, her anxiety dissipating as quickly as it had come. "I knew it. That careful guy would never risk his life on anything."

Debra turned her attention back to Marion. "You've been away for days. What were