Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 641 - Bab 650

Melody shot up, her expression turning solemn. "Do you realize what you're saying?""Well, I'm thinking of the best interests of you and the Nichols family. If Debra is alive, Juan will never let her go. Who knows what he'll do for her in the future?"Seeing Melody waver, Shelia sighed dramatically. "Juan is the president of the Nichols Group, yet he embarrassed himself by appearing on some reality show. The entire elite circle is laughing at him. He's been bewitched by Debra. He's not even thinking straight anymore. What's next for him if this goes on?"Melody's face fell, just as Shelia had expected.Melody was already furious with Juan for participating in that reality show, all for Debra. In their world, entertainers were nothing more than tools for amusement. Juan's reckless behavior had made her the laughingstock among her peers. Now that Shelia had brought this all back into focus, Melody was more determined than ever to rid them of Debra. Noticing the gleam in Shelia'

Andrew and Marion had been holed up on the island villa, discussing their strategy."I'm leaving," Marion said.Andrew frowned. "You don't even know where she is. What good will it do to leave now?"Just then, Randy burst through the door. "She's alive."His words attracted immediate attention.Marion immediately stood up. "What do you mean?""Check the news. Haven't you been following it? Debra just posted on social media," Randy quickly replied, placing his phone in front of them.The butler searched for the relevant news and placed the phone in front of Andrew. "Sir, take a look."The post read, [All is well. The gunshots were just for show. I've been down with a high fever, so I've been out of it for a bit. Thanks for the concern, but I'm alive and kicking.]Attached was a selfie of Debra. Though it was just a selfie, in the background, they could faintly see a dining table and the décor behind her."It's a cruise ship," Andrew said, recognizing the surroundings."The ke

Debra stiffened at the voice. She tried to retreat to her cabin, but Drake quickly blocked her path."Mr. Lowe, I'm not feeling well. Can I go rest?" she asked, hiding her disdain.The last thing she wanted was to deal with him right now. Her message had already been sent out; Marion must have noticed by now. As soon as the ship reached land, she would be able to escape Drake's clutches.Drake scrutinized her face. His eyes were cold and unfathomable.His gaze made Debra uneasy. When he stepped closer, she immediately stepped back, maintaining a safe distance.Her patience ran out. "What do you want?""Go get her some medicine," Drake ordered without glancing at Lara.Lara knew better than to disobey. She shot a hesitant glance at Debra before mumbling, "Yes, sir."Only after Lara was gone did Debra speak again. "Did you send her away because you have something to say to me?"Drake stepped closer, and Debra, filled with revulsion, stepped back.He raised an eyebrow and took a

Seeing how terrified Lara was, Peter felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.All the frustration he had endured from Debra and Drake the past few days bubbled to the surface. He took a step forward and yanked Lara to her feet.She shrieked in fear, turning as white as a sheet.Peter patted her cheek and spoke playfully. "Well, I didn't notice before, but you're quite a pretty little thing. If you don't want to swim with the sharks, you'll learn to please me. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you go."Lara's body went rigid at his words.Debra stood up and approached them. Her fingers slid down his chest."Come on, she's just a maid. If you're upset with me, taking it out on her seems beneath you, don't you think?"Peter, a seasoned player when it came to women, immediately picked up on Debra's sudden change in demeanor. His eyes traveled over her, taking in the sight of her toned legs beneath her denim shorts and the way her white tank top hugged her curves.Debra was u

Debra bit her lip, clutching the coat tighter around herself."I can't change on my own.""What? One whip and you're immobilized?""My arm is dislocated."Drake paused for a moment before stepping closer to lift the coat."What are you doing?" Debra covered her chest."Don't move," Drake commanded.Debra stayed still, and he carefully lifted her right arm. Sure enough, her shoulder was out of place."How'd this happen?" he asked without looking up."Who else could it be? Your loyal servant, Peter," she snorted. "He's mad about me snitching on him earlier. He deliberately dislocated my arm and tried to force himself on Lara, threatening to throw her into the sea to feed sharks. Then, when I defended her, he decided to turn his attention to me. Gotta hand it to you. Your ability to pick employees is spot on. They're a perfect reflection of your character."Drake shot her a cold look, unamused by her biting tone. "Maybe it's best to leave your arm dislocated then."He turned to