Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Debra took a moment to overcome her shock. "So, you're playing the rogue."

Marion thought for a moment. "Pretty much."

Edgar thought he could resolve the matter with money, but that was his wishful thinking.

Marion had first extorted money from him and then planned to settle scores later. It was a devious move, one that Debra couldn't help but admire.

"So, what do you plan to do next?" Debra asked, her curiosity piqued.

Marion's eyes twinkled with a hint of a smile. "Want to know?"

Debra nodded eagerly. Marion tapped his cheek with a finger and whispered, "Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

"Marion," Debra exclaimed, her face turning a shade of crimson.

Marion was a real jerk, always teasing her and pushing her buttons. From their first meeting, he had deliberately raised the auction price to grab her attention, causing her to scramble for funds.

At that time, she hadn't thought much of it, but now she realized it was all part of Marion's scheme to get to know her.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore," Marion chuckled, standing up. "He slapped you twice, and I'll deal with him slowly. Five billion is just an appetizer. A quick cut might be easy, but a slow slice is much more painful." "Is it dangerous?"

"Don't worry. For the future, I won't use any undue influence. You can trust me."

He gently brushed Debra's hair aside and added, "It's late. Go back to sleep."

"You..."

"What? Do you want me to sleep with you?"

Debra's face reddened even more. She stood up, pushing him away. "Who wants to sleep with you?"

She rushed back into her room, her heart pounding in her chest.

Marion watched her retreat, his

smile fading into a serious

expression. The Odom family was a tough nut to crack, but he was determined to see this through, no matter what it took.

The next morning, Debra was awoken by the noise from the TV in the living room. Still groggy, she walked out and saw Erica furiousty hitting the bed. Randy was beside her, yawning and saying, "Erica, it's already morning. Can't you calm down? You've woken up Debra."

"Erica, what's going on?" Debra asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Erica turned to her, her eyes blazing with fury. "What else could it be? Even as an outsider, I'm ready to explode. And you, the one involved, seem so relaxed."

"What happened?" Debra entered the living room, her eyes drawn to the news on TV.

The screen showed Shelia in an elegant white gown, adorned with the finest jewelry. She was hugging the elderly Declan, who was crying like a child.

The news headline read, [Miss Blair Returns After Years, Embraces, and Cries with Her Father].This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"What a fake!" Erica threw a cushion in frustration.

Randy quickly picked it up and said, "Take it easy. It's nothing but a publicity stunt."

"That's exactly why it's infuriating," Erica said, gritting her teeth. "I should have had Marion deal with her."

She made a slicing motion with her hand. Randy looked incredulous. "That's brutal. Debra doesn't get so worked up like you."

Erica puffed up her cheeks. "Debra, say something. Isn't this infuriating?"