Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1141 - チャプター 1150

Faced with the threat, Juan remained composed. "I didn't tamper with the car."Drake was unimpressed. "Then how did you know this?""I saw it," Juan replied."You expect me to believe that?" Drake scoffed. "Debra is your ex-wife. You're telling me you just stood by when someone tampered with her car?"Juan explained, "I couldn't show up in front of her. I could only give her a hint."Drake was swayed, and he continued, "I could have just left, but I chose to warn her. You can ask her for confirmation. If she hadn't seen me, she wouldn't have checked the car."Drake paused. "Fine, let's say you're telling the truth. But I didn't invite you to Orkgate. You're not the CEO of the Nichols Group anymore, which means you can no longer fulfill what you promised me. Our deal is off the table. What are you doing here now on my turf?"Back when Juan rescued Debra, Drake could have finished him off. He hadn't done so only because Juan had proposed working with him to deal with Marion. The s

Kale made way for her, and the guards pushed open the door.The room was empty, and only the sound of water running came from the bathroom.Kale got out and closed the door behind him. Debra wanted to leave, but two steaming cups of tea on the table caught her attention. It meant someone else had just been there.The room was thick with the smell of tobacco. It was Drake's signature cigar, but the other ashtray was clean, meaning the other person didn't smoke.She wondered who it could be when the bathroom door suddenly swung open.Drake appeared, his neck draped in a towel. A bathrobe hung loosely over his frame.Debra gave him a once-over instead of looking away.Having planned to intimidate her, Drake now shifted under her gaze. Any other woman would have shyly turned away.He remembered the last time he had been in the shower. She had walked in and stared at him the same way.This woman had no sense of modesty whatsoever."What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man b

By the time Debra returned to the Lowe Manion, it was already well past midnight.The living room was chaotic. Garland was anxiously holding back Marion.He said, "Mrs. Houston will be fine. Mr. Lowe has gone to find her."Liza echoed, "Yes. They will be fine."Marion's sharp gaze daunted her, but she would not step aside, especially since Garland was doing his best to stop Marion from leaving."Move!" Marion demanded, dressed in nothing but a white shirt.His sleeves were rolled up, and his face was pale. He was about to shake them off when Debra's voice came over. "Marion."The anger in Marion's eyes vanished instantly, while Garland and Liza both heaved a sigh of relief.Finally, Debra was back. Otherwise, they might have lost control of the situation.Despite his injury, Marion was as strong as a horse. He had dominated overseas for a reason.Garland was exhausted and wiped his sweat."What happened? Are you all right?" Marion asked, hurrying over to check on her.Debra

The sudden sound of heavy footsteps outside interrupted the sweet moment.Debra frowned. "What is Drake doing in the middle of the night?"She gently pushed him onto the bed. "Stay here and rest. I'll go check it out.""Alright," Marion agreed, taking her hand. "Come back soon.""I will," Debra promised, slipping out of the room.Outside, Drake's men streamed in, carrying files in their arms.Debra figured they were probably the people Drake had sent to gather information on the local businesses, but the sheer volume surprised her.A bodyguard passed through the long line and rushed upstairs."Boss! We caught the person who tampered with the car."Drake emerged from his room. "Bring them to me.""They're right outside," the guard replied.Debra was impressed by the efficiency of Drake's team. But as the person was dragged up front, she frowned skeptically.It was a teenager dressed in an ordinary black hoodie. Immaturity and nervousness adorned his face."You were the one

Drake chewed over her words and nodded."Alright. Can I go back to sleep now?" Debra said."Go ahead." Drake waved her off but soon called out, "Hold on.""What else?""Did Theda give you the share transfer agreement?""Yes, she did.""I'm buying those shares."...After leaving the Lowe Mansion, Ivan got into a black sedan. His previously meek demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold, disdainful expression. "Debra isn't so hard to fool after all."The driver pulled his cap low, cautioning, "Our boss said not to underestimate her. She's cunning and might already suspect you."Ivan scoffed, "If she suspected me, would she have let me go? She's not that clever. Without Marion protecting her, she wouldn't have gotten this far.""You're young and inexperienced," the driver insisted. "You can't judge a book by its cover. Do your best to gain her trust and be our eyes and ears."Ivan bristled, "Don't talk to me like a senior. You're my underling here.""I'm just looking out for you