Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1601 - Bab 1610

"Who are you so jumpy?" Debra stared at him, puzzled.Every time Andrew came up, Drake would clam up."I'm injured here," he sulked. "Stop bothering me. You can go if you're done"He turned to Kale. "Escort Mrs. Houston out. Do I have to spell it out?""Yes, boss," Kale said, stepping toward with a polite gesture."Rest up then," Debra said. "I won't have time to chat with you anyway."She glanced at Kale. "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run around. The Illuminati wants his head. I'm not sure I can save him again.""Understood," Kale replied smoothly.Drake's frown deepened. "Who's your boss here, her or me?"Kale glanced between them, stammering, "You are, Boss.""Then get back here. Since when do you take orders from someone else?" Drake huffed.Debra smirked at his childish outburst. "I'm out."Jordan rushed home when he heard Debra was back."Something up? Why the hurry?" she asked."You're all relaxed, huh?" Jordan joked, dodging work talk. "While I've got a pile

While Jordan mulled it over, Debra dumped a pile of badges from her bag onto the table."Are these enough?" she asked. "I've got more."He was stunned, and she continued, "These are from overseas and Orkgate. Pick your poison.""Hold up," he said. "Overseas, sure, but Orkgate? Where'd you get those?""Don't have them yet," she admitted, pulling out a flash drive. "But if you want, I can. This has all the dirt the Lowe Group's collected on Orkgate's big shots. That place is a mixed bag, with tons of Illuminati members. With this, we can make them help us.""Drake gave you that?""Who else? This stash is gold. I used to think it was shady, but now? It's perfect for dealing with these creeps. Fight fire with fire.""Don't you think Drake's a little too nice to you?" He waved it off. "Anyway, this makes things easier. Overseas is locked down tight after your sweep, but Orkgate is looser. I'll head there.""You can't leave. Seamar City needs you. I'll go.""You sure about that? Wha

"What happened?" Debra pressed."Some people from the Illuminati murdered him," Ryan replied, full of hatred.Debra raised an eyebrow. "Why would they murder him?""Because he wouldn't work with them." He wiped his tears. "I know you. They're after you. Help me avenge my dad, and I'll do anything to repay you.""Deal," she said, her grin widening.He relaxed, but she whipped out her gun, aiming at him. "Too bad I don't buy a word of it."Before he could react, the guards rushed up and pinned him down.Debra stepped closer, tapping his cheek with the gun barrel. "What's up? Go on with your act. Those clowns are naïve enough to think I can be fooled by a kid like you.""I'm not with them. You've got it wrong." Ryan panicked."I picked Kurtis for a reason," she said. "I've got his whole file. He traded organs on the dark web and had dirty deals with the Lowe Group. You're telling me he wouldn't roll with the Illuminati?"She pressed the muzzle under his chin, forcing his head up

"Don't sell yourself short," Debra said. "You had to know something. Copying your face isn't a quick job. It must have taken at least a month to heal. They picked you and Kurtis on purpose. Every move I made, like cleaning out the grunts and messing with Fermin, was guided by them. They even anticipated my choice of Kurtis. If they planned this far, why not just kill you both? The memorial was set up, and Troy's in mourning clothes. But they didn't slit your throat? Weird, right? Hoping I'd spot the fake?"Her logic was tight, and Ryan's expression shifted."Don't tell me your lord gave you faith but no brains," she said, leaning back on the sofa.She pointed at Troy. "If I'm right, you're a dead-end pawn. You'd refuse to talk, maybe off yourself, so I'd trust Ryan. You don't even know the full play, do you? Guess I should ask him instead."She turned to Ryan. "So, what's the message to me? Lure me into a dark web deal for a scandal? Lock me up? Or cozy up to me, gain my trust, the

Debra chambered a round and aimed at Ryan's forehead. The smooth, practiced motion spiked the tension.Ryan, already a scary cat, lost it completely."Talk, damn it," he shrieked.Ryan looked at Debra's serious expression and hesitated. "The one messing with you is me. Just kill me and leave him alone.""Do you think I'm a fool?" she sneered, "You never care about your own life. Don't worry. If you stay quiet, I'll deal with him first and then you.""Troy, I don't want to die," Ryan cried out.Troy squeezed his eyes shut. "She just told me to kill Kurtis. Said you'd show up tonight. Nothing else."She frowned, and he added, "She said if I refused, she'd do it herself and kill Ryan too. I had no choice, so I came up with this plan."She assessed the credibility of his words. 'Why would Lara want Kurtis dead? What'd she gain?'Suddenly, the doors burst open. Cops flooded in with guns drawn. "Freeze."In a flash, she figured out Lara's real play."Debra Houston, you're under ar