Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1811 - Bab 1820

"Dig deeper," Debra said. "Track every move he's made. He's not slick enough to fake his records."Liza nodded. "On it."Debra sank into the couch. "Three days, max, and Stanley's done. Then we can breathe."Fermin frowned. "You sure he can't make any waves?""He doesn't have that kind of brain," she replied. "These past two days were tough because the spreading chains were extensive. Schools, dive bars, and motels."The biggest effort they had put into the investigation had been tracking down the source. And in just two days, they managed to trace the origin of the transmission route back to Stanley.It proved his stupidity.If he had been smarter, he would have created a fake identity for himself. He was still a reckless idiot as he was 20 years ago.Someone like him couldn't make any waves."Well then, I'll leave him to you," Fermin said. "Just fill me in when it's done."This mess was loud but fizzled fast. He wasn't thrilled."Also, we've burned cash and manpower on thi

20 years had dulled Juan's memory of Stanley, a small potato."He's at school," Debra said.Juan felt a shiver down his spine. Solomon caught the vibe, bolted from his seat, and tore out of the room.Juan was right behind him.The students swapped looks, unsure what was going on....At the school gate, a guard waved at Stanley. "Leaving early today, Mr. Copeland?""I've got family stuff to handle," Stanley replied, driving off.In the backseat, Lillian was out cold from the ether.Stanley was determined to make her pay for what her parents had done to him.Juan and Solomon hit the empty office, realizing Stanley had nabbed Lillian.Juan made a call, locking down the school. Sirens screamed outside as police cars rolled in.The students at the windows gawked, thinking it was a show."Where is Farrah?" a girl asked.Nobody had seen her, but they just brushed it off. All their attention was on the armored trucks outside.Stanley pulled into a rundown neighborhood in the ci

Stanley yanked Lillian up, pressing a knife to her neck. "Your mother owes me, and you're paying it."The police flooded the complex, clearing it out. An officer blared a megaphone. "Stanley Frazier, you're surrounded. Release the hostage in three minutes, or you're done."Stanley dragged Lillian downstairs.Solomon's chest tightened when he saw the knife at her throat. He jumped from the car, sprinting toward her. "Lillian!""Stay back!" Stanley snarled. "One step closer, and she's dead.""We're family," Lillian said. "Put the knife down. I'll tell them to let you go.""You think I'm stupid? I'll be dead if I let you go," Stanley snapped, glaring at Juan and Solomon. "$500 million, plus plane tickets and visa."Juan didn't even blink, and Stanley kept going. "I know your company's books. $500 million is pocket change for you. Swap it for Debra's kid. Fair deal."Juan raised a hand. "Pull back.""What?" an officer stammered.Snipers had been set all around them, ready to take

"No rush," Debra said, flat. "You'll join your dad in prison soon enough."She had given him chances, but he hadn't appreciated it. Their blood ties were done. Now she just wanted to figure out where he got those drugs.She slid a bag of powder across the table. "Familiar?""Why bother?" he snorted. "Didn't you figure it out? I made it. So what? I needed cash to survive after you took everything. What's wrong with that?""That simple, huh?" Debra smirked, killing the camera feed. "Where did you get it? The Illuminati's old stash or somewhere else? Spill, or I'll make you."Marion stepped in, his shadow looming. 20 years later, Stanley still flinched at the sight of him.As soon as he moved closer, Stanley blurted, "This is a police station. Touch me, and I'll sue you.""The camera is off," Debra said, leaning in. "Without proof, how are you gonna squeal?"Marion cracked his knuckles, and Stanley threw his arms up."I'll talk. That year, I was broke, so I visited my dad in pris

Solomon smirked and leaned against the wall, ready to watch the fun.Lillian needed a lesson. Otherwise, she'd think her fists could fix everything."I messed up," she muttered, hanging her head. "Won't happen again."At home, Debra had her back, and Marion had Debra's. That made her top dog. As long as she didn't tick off Debra, Marion wouldn't be too hard on her.Debra sighed, glancing at Marion. "What do we do, honey? She's owning it. Ground her or let it slide?""Or leave her to me," a voice suddenly cut in.Lillian's stomach dropped.Juan had slipped in at some point, holding a schedule.Marion's brow arched. "That's my kid. Since when is she your project?"Lillian nodded, totally agreeing with it.Juan was unfazed. "I'm her godfather.""Godfather, not father," Marion shot back."If Lillian wants, I can step up," Juan said, cool as ice.The room crackled with tension. Debra stepped in. "You two, back off. I'm handling her."She grabbed Lillian and marched upstairs. L