All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Chapter 1791 - Chapter 1796

Solomon, the new transfer from a top foreign school, had inherited the Osborne Group. In six hours, he'd become the talk of the town.In Class 3-1, Lillian propped her pencil in her mouth, glaring at Solomon beside her."Did my parents send you to babysit me?" she asked.Solomon, now 18, was a far cry from his kid self. Lillian hadn't seen him in two years.He'd shot up, taller than her by a head. His shoulders were much broader, and his jaw was sharper.He looked intense, more like an adult than a student.But Lillian could tell he was faking it. She wanted to call him out."You wish," Solomon said coolly. "My mom faked being sick to drag me back, just to dump the company on me.""Huh? Doesn't that mess up my parents' job?""They have been hands-off for years.""What? Then who's running it?"Solomon turned his laptop toward her and tapped the screen. "Who do you think?"Erica and Randy redefined raising kids to take care of them. Debra and Marion perfected the art of ditch

Solomon said, "Back straight, legs out."Lillian shot him a death glare. Two steps in, she was panting.Guys jogging nearby cheered, "Come on. You've got this."Lillian sulked. She didn't like running at all.The PE teacher scratched his head, wondering how to give her a pass. After all, her mother was on the board.As Lillian slowed to a crawl, Solomon swooped in, hoisted her over his shoulder, and bolted."Hey, what are you doing? Put me down!" she shrieked.He hauled her 100 meters in no time. A girl on the sidelines gawked. "Uh, is that cheating?"The teacher ducked his head, muttering, "Her mom is a director."Lillian yelped as Solomon dumped her onto a mat after the 800.She rubbed her butt. "You didn't have to do that. The teacher wouldn't care.""You're spoiled rotten," he said.She shrugged. "My mom says she went through hell so I wouldn't have to."Standing, she dusted herself off. "She also says parents who can't cut it make their kids suffer. They spent their l

"I-I don't know. I'm just a runner," the guy stammered.Debra's smile faded. "Don't know?"She stood, pressed the gun to his forehead, and fired. "I don't keep useless people."Marion wiped her barrel clean. "Next time, I'll handle it. Don't mess up your dress."Debra softened. "These creeps traffic organs, kidnapping women and kids for rich buyers. Killing's the only fix."The Illuminati got crushed years back, leaving peace in its wake. But lately, this crap flared up overseas, piggybacking on the old dark web.Fermin had dug into it for ages. The network was a mess. Only a few hideouts turned up. The mastermind remained hidden.Debra went quiet. They'd spent five years wiping out the Illuminati, but evil came back so fast.Marion saw her worry and smoothed her frown. "The Illuminati was huge. Some slipped through. As long as people need organs, they won't die. Might not even be them.""I'm worried about Lillian," she said.Back when they fought the Illuminati, the remnants