My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Chapter 315

“Hold on tight,” Marion said, flooring the accelerator.

Debra quickly fastened her seatbelt, her heart pounding in her chest as the car sped through the night. Marion ran red lights without hesitation.

When they arrived at their destination, the house was a mess. Ben and several injured bodyguards were seated in the living room. As soon as they saw Debra, they all stood up.

“Madam!” Ben approached her, his voice grave. “Juan only took Stanley.”

“Where is Rosalie?”

“Still in the basement.”

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“I’ll go take a look.”

Marion walked ahead of her, his stride swift and purposeful. He was worried that Rosalie might do something desperate to harm Debra.

As soon as the door opened, Rosalie lunged at Debra. But before she could get close, Marion stepped in, kicking her back with a swift, precise motion.

Rosalie stumbled, pleading, “Please, let Stanley go.”

She had been locked up alone for less than half an hour, and the darkness was driving her almost insane.

“Juan took Stanley. Did he do anything else? Did he leave any messages?” Debra asked.

Rosalie shook her head frantically. “Nothing. He took Stanley without a word. It was all my fault. It has nothing to do with Stanley. Please let him go.”

Unable to get any useful information from Rosalie, Debra frowned and turned to Ben. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Ben nodded.

They left the basement, and the door closed once again. Rosalie’s cries

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echoed behind them, her pleas for mercy fading > the distance.

“Let me out! Please, save my son.”

Debra had a severe headache. “Find out where Juan took Stanley within the

hour.”

Tve already sent people to investigate, but the chance is slim,” Ben replied.

Juan’s reputation in Seamar City was not without reason. The Nichols family had been standing strong here for so long, their methods often underhanded and ruthless. This should be his revenge for the mess Stanley had caused.

Although Debra wanted to teach Stanley a lesson, she never intended to take his life. After all, he was Ralph’s only child.

“Debra?” Marion’s voice sounded close, then distant.

She looked up, her eyes struggling to focus as Marion seemed to blur before her. She shook her head, trying to stay awake, but her vision remained hazy. Then she felt herself falling backward.

“Debra!” Marion called out, catching her in his arms.

He felt her forehead. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven.

“She’s running a fever.” He scooped Debra up into his arms and instructed Ben, “Go get a doctor now. I want them here in twenty minutes.”

“I’m on it.” Ben hurried off to get the doctor.

Marion glanced at Debra, who was dressed lightly and felt almost weightless in his arms. He carried her upstairs to her room, placing her gently on the bed.

The room was dimly lit. He felt Debra’s forehead again and frowned.

Ben’s voice came from outside the door. “Mr. Houston, the doctor is on the way.”

“Get some cold water,” Marion ordered.