Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 561 - Bab 570

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.Just then, the door swung open, and Debra's voice came over."What are you two doing?"Marion immediately lowered his gun and, pretending nothing was amiss, turned to her. "Haven't seen Andrew in a while. We were just having a drink."Andrew's face held a faint smile. "My health doesn't allow for much drinking. He's had a bit, but I haven't."Debra raised an eyebrow. "And you're drinking up here instead of downstairs? Mr. Andrew Potter, Jordan's already drunk. Maybe you should check on him."She hadn't expected Jordan to have such a low tolerance, considering he'd only had three drinks before passing out."He's been off alcohol for a long time while serving in the unit. I'll go check on him," Andrew replied.As the butler came in and wheeled Andrew out, Debra's gaze landed on Marion's waist. "Show me."Marion didn't bother hiding it and handed her the gun. She studied the weapon in her hands."How does it work?""Want to learn?""

"Hey! Why are you meddling in a married couple's business?" "But..." "Come on. Let's just leave."Randy yanked Erica away, pulling her towards the exit. Inside the boxing room, Marion's punches were quick, precise, and ruthless. Debra barely dodged, relying on her nimble movements.Marion frowned, seeing her struggle. He didn't hold back this time, reaching straight for her throat. His fingers stopped just a hair's breadth away. One more inch, and Debra would've been dead.Her breathing grew rapid. In that split second, the killing intent radiating off Marion had frozen her in place."Your enemies won't be as merciful as I am. You can't just dodge every time. Sooner or later, you'll run out of strength.""I know. Again."By the end of the day, Marion had pushed Debra to her limits. Exhausted, she collapsed into his arms. Marion muttered, "That's enough for today."Despite her fatigue, Debra felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She knew this was the only way she could

Randy wanted to go on strike.He, the esteemed CEO of the Osborne Group, was now reduced to being a keyboard warrior. This was a blatant insult to his dignity.Erica placed the dishes on the table and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. People like us can't just hire any keyboard warrior. We have to be careful about leaks. Besides, you're good with computers."By now, everyone had moved into Marion's new house, a six-hundred-square-meter villa in the city center. Marion didn't like overly large houses, but for the sake of spaciousness and necessary facilities, six hundred square meters was just right."Wash your hands after typing and come eat," Erica said as she set the table.Debra put down her phone, glanced at the dishes on the table, and then looked at Erica, who was wearing an apron. "Did you make all of this?""Her cooking? Don't even think about it. It's all takeout," Randy said, walking away from his computer. "Her job is to transfer the takeout onto plates and ar

Caleb was one of the most respected and feared figures despite having retired. Stories about him still circulated widely. He wasn't someone who invited people over for casual meals."Maybe," Debra mused, "he just wants to see what kind of woman his grandson plans to marry."Resting her chin in her hand, Debra realized she might have to start thinking seriously about meeting Marion's family.The next morning, Debra chose a fresh, elegant outfit. It was formal yet youthful. Her ensemble had a subtle designer flair, the kind the older generation typically appreciated.The Houston family's old house took up an entire villa district, with the latest in security systems and high-tech surveillance. Just the electric fence around the entrance made it feel like a military compound."Sorry, this area is restricted," the security guard at the gate said as he stopped her car.Unbothered, Debra stepped out of the vehicle, and the guard escorted her toward the villa complex on foot. The scener

Marion strode forward, wrapping Debra protectively behind him."I told you, don't mess with Debra," he said coldly.The cheerful expression vanished from Caleb's face. He set down his fork and knife and took off the scarf around his neck.His voice carried a deep, imposing authority as he said, "Is that how you speak to your grandfather?"Years of privilege had left Caleb slightly stocky. His face, though etched with a few wrinkles, was still mostly smooth. His hair was a sharp contrast of white, perfectly groomed. He might have looked like a distinguished gentleman, but his eyes, like Marion's, were sharp, wild, and dangerous."Marion," Debra chimed in. "Caleb a didn't give me a hard time. We were just having a meal together."Marion's gaze fell on the plate of sandwiches. He stepped forward, picked one up, and popped it into his mouth, as if to make sure there was nothing suspicious in it."It's a little salty," he said, his tone flat.Debra crossed her arms. "I made those sa