บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Marion said, "You did nothing wrong. When dealing with people like this, you can't afford to be soft-hearted."Debra nodded, understanding his words all too well. She had shown weakness once before when Stanley had tried to kill her. Then Rosalie and Stanley attacked Ralph. Her previous compassion seemed like a joke.Marion took Debra's hand, feeling the slight tremble in her fingers. His voice softened, a rare tenderness that he reserved only for her. "Trust me, nothing will happen."Marion was known for his rebellious nature and his usual indifference to everything around him. But now, Debra saw a different side of him. Marion was dubbed a messenger of death, bringing cruelty and bloodshed wherever he went.Yet, in her eyes, Marion always hid a gentle tenderness. He merely pretended to be indifferent, refusing to let anyone get too close.In Juan's study room, Joe stood in front of the desk and reported, "We've found out. Those photos were most likely taken by Stanley."Juan wa

Shelia's ears perked up at the mention of Juan. She leaned over and asked hopefully, "Are you guys talking about Juan Nichols?"One of the prisoners shrugged. "Who knows his name? I just know it's the CEO of Nichols Group.""Don't talk to her. She'll just start claiming she's a rich lady again," another prisoner sneered. "The CEO was reportedly accused of attempted rape, but he was released from the station within an hour. If she were Mrs. Nichols, how could she be stuck here for days without being bailed out?"Shelia bit her lip, the reality of her situation sinking in. She had been languishing in this prison for several days, and Juan hadn't made any move to secure her release. It was no wonder these prisoners didn't take her claims seriously.Just then, the sound of intense crying echoed through the cell. A prisoner was sobbing in the corner, clutching a ring in her hand.Having been around Juan and his luxurious lifestyle, Shelia was no stranger to valuable items. Even from a

"Hold on tight," Marion said, flooring the accelerator.Debra quickly fastened her seatbelt, her heart pounding in her chest as the car sped through the night. Marion ran red lights without hesitation.When they arrived at their destination, the house was a mess. Ben and several injured bodyguards were seated in the living room. As soon as they saw Debra, they all stood up."Madam!" Ben approached her, his voice grave. "Juan only took Stanley.""Where is Rosalie?""Still in the basement.""I'll go take a look."Marion walked ahead of her, his stride swift and purposeful. He was worried that Rosalie might do something desperate to harm Debra.As soon as the door opened, Rosalie lunged at Debra. But before she could get close, Marion stepped in, kicking her back with a swift, precise motion.Rosalie stumbled, pleading, "Please, let Stanley go."She had been locked up alone for less than half an hour, and the darkness was driving her almost insane."Juan took Stanley. Did he do

Juan sat across from Stanley, his face shrouded in the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned factory. The atmosphere was thick with danger and unease, the silence broken only by the muffled pleas of Stanley, his words smothered by the tape across his mouth.Juan gave Joe a nod, and the latter stepped forward, ripping the tape off Stanley's mouth."Help! Help!" Stanley screamed, but there was no response, only the cold echo of his own desperation.Joe reminded him, "We're out in the suburbs, and it's midnight. No one will come to your rescue, and no one will hear you.""What do you want? Juan, I helped you. How can you turn on me like this?" Stanley snapped.Juan ignored his childish outburst. Joe swiftly took Stanley's phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Juan.Juan scrolled through the photos in the album, his gaze growing colder with each passing second. Finally, he reached over, opened a nearby shredder, and tossed the phone inside. The shredder roared to life, the sound of

Marion's arm was robust, his muscles taut beneath his shirt. As Debra steadied herself against him, she could almost feel his heartbeat and breaths.She pulled her hand back. "Sorry, I didn't steady myself.""I've got you. You won't fall."A maid entered the room, handing him a set of brand-new clothes. Marion placed them on a nearby table and turned to Debra. "I'll wait for you outside."Debra nodded, her body still warm from the fever last night. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Only after Marion stepped out did she head to the bathroom to wash off the remnants of her illness.Outside the door, Marion listened to the sound of water running, the warmth of Debra's touch still lingering on his arm. He swallowed hard.After a while, Debra emerged from the bathroom, dressed in clean clothes."I'm ready. Let's go."She wore a crisp casual shirt and jeans, her hair still damp and cascading in waves over her shoulders. Marion approached her, gently gathering her hair in his