Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1821 - Bab 1830

"Uncle Drake's got a point," Lillian mumbled.She caught Marion's sharp glance and zipped it.Debra tossed a packet onto the table. "Recognize this?"Drake picked it up. "What's this?""Stanley's handiwork," Debra replied, chewing her food. "Same stuff the Illuminati used. Don't tell me you forgot."Drake hadn't seen it in 18 years. He studied it, opened the bag, and sniffed. "Diluted. A cowardly move."If someone with real ambition had it, they'd have refined it, like the Illuminati's old stock."I'll take it back and poke around," he said. "Nobody's got the balls to sling this in my city.""Exactly," Debra said. "Just check it out for us."Drake nodded, pleased with the trust."I've seen that before," Lillian said suddenly.All eyes snapped to her. Debra asked, "Where?""At school," Lillian replied. "My classmates eat it when they're tired or zoned out. Some even offered me some."She glanced at Solomon. "He saw it too. Tons of students have it."Debra and Marion exchan

Punishing evil should be done by adults rather than kids.Drake cringed, clearing his throat. "Not me. It was probably Solomon. They often hang out together. That kid is trouble.""You led her astray," Debra snorted. "We'll settle this later."Drake sighed, getting the short end of the stick....Night fell.Lillian and Solomon slipped out of the house. School was usually out now, but the kidnapping case had let them leave early.This was prime time for vendors to lurk near campus."Hurry!" Lillian urged him.Solomon shifted uncomfortably. "If you're investigating, do it openly. Sneaking around just makes you look suspicious."He grabbed her collar and lifted her like a kitten.Passersby stared suspiciously. Clad in their school uniforms, the two were skulking outside the school gate, looking every bit like troublemakers trying to skip class."What're those two doing?""Bet they're skipping school to hook up. Kids these days..."...The onlookers murmured among themselve

Before he could swing, Lillian amped it up. "Help! This guy is selling poison candy and trying to hit me."The passers-by gathered, pointing. Lillian played the rogue to perfection."You think you can con me?" the owner roared. "You don't know who I am.""Doesn't matter," Lillian shot back. "My friend is dying because of you. Own up, or I'll call the police to shut you down."The owner, realizing he had hit a brick wall, quickly switched gears. "Alright, alright. If he's sick from my stuff, I'll cover it. Come, let's talk inside. I already called an ambulance. It's coming. You don't want him lying in the street, right?""Fine," Lillian said. "But you close your shop till the ambulance gets here. No more selling your poison."Solomon, still writhing on the ground, groaned, 'Does she even know what she's doing?'The owner had his guys carry Solomon inside, then slammed the iron shutter down."Idiot," Solomon hissed, pulling Lillian behind him.The owner's face twisted. "I knew y

Lillian froze.It hadn't even been half an hour since she had mentioned the powder at school. Yet her parents had managed to track down the supplier.Their efficiency was astounding.Her curiosity flared. "Uncle Ben..."Before she could ask, he cut her off, "Don't ask what's not your business. Your job is to go home, sleep, and get to school tomorrow. No staying up."But Lillian's wheels kept turning. She had to know how they did it.Soon enough, the police carted off the owner and his crew. At the same time, Lillian and Solomon were hustled into a car, back to the Houston Mansion.Lillian was still dwelling on how her parents had cracked the supplier in no time."I told you, they're capable," Solomon said. "Focus on your own stuff. Uncle Juan will be at school for a while. Your next PE test is gonna be brutal."Lillian deflated like a punctured balloon. She wanted to save the world too....Debra and Marion had followed the trail, nabbing the supplier and raiding factories.

"Drake, behave at your new school. Be nice to everyone and make friends with them. Don't act out," said Mary Lowe. "What's with you today? I'm telling you, Arcane Academy's top-tier. Once you're there... Drake, I'm talking to you."Drake had a long, vivid dream.After that final battle, they crossed a bridge, the air thick with strange incense. It hit him hard, pulling him into a dream he couldn't shake.In it, that man took him and his mother overseas.At 18, Drake followed Mary back to Seamar City.Arcane Academy was a golden ticket for most, but for their kind? Just a high bar they could step over.Lillian had been hounding him lately, obsessed with old stories, but he wasn't going to tell her what he dreamed of.It was his private escape. If he could, he would live in it forever.There was one thing he never got to say to her. He buried them deep in his heart until they were lost to time.The dream rewound.Outside, the world blurred past. Mary's voice snapped him back."Mom, stop