Chapter 89

Erica was already fast asleep, unaware of what Randy was saying.

The car's warm air made Debra drowsy in the back seat, deepening the flush on her cheeks.

Marion reached back, grabbed a blanket, and gently draped it over her.

"Get some sleep. We'll be there soon," he said.

Debra nodded. She was exhausted and soon dozed off, leaning against the car window.

...

Juan closed his laptop, and the room was silently oppressive. He rubbed his temples and picked up his phone, but there were still no messages from Debra.

A moment later, Joe called back.

Juan answered. "Where's Debra?"

"Mrs. Nichols seems to be at a nightclub."

"A nightclub?"

Juan frowned, thinking to himself. 'Debra rarely goes to such places. The last time she did it was to meet Jordan. With the recent online uproar, how could she risk going to such a place again?'

"I think so. It was hard to hear clearly, but it was very noisy over there. Mrs. Nichols seemed drunk and unwilling to come back," Joe confirmed.

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