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

"I heard your family went bankrupt and you don't have any money. You know, if you begged, we might give you some for you to get by," Violet said, her voice dripping with condescension. Debra was unimpressed. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Violet was pissed off. "Debra, you're forcing my hand here."

She shot a glance at her bodyguards. In an instant, they stormed upstairs, rifling through every corner of the house.

Debra furrowed her brows, watching as Violet leisurely made herself comfortable on the sofa. The bodyguards overturned tables and rummaged through drawers like they were conducting a raid. "How's it going?" Violet asked lazily.

"Ma'am, we didn't find Mr. Nichols anywhere," they replied.

Violet's frown deepened. She turned to Debra with a look of suspicion.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable. Tell me now. Where are you hiding him?"

"Mrs. Sosa, I've already explained. He's not here. Your people have searched the place. Are you going to leave now?"

Had she been feeling better, she wouldn't have let Violet get this far. However, her reasonable response was met with a smirk.

"Melody's word is law. If Juan is away, then I'll wait until he comes back." Turning to her bodyguards, she ordered, "Find a seat anywhere you like."

Debra said sternly, "This is my place. Don't you think you're being a little too casual?"

"Juan and your place, to be precise. Do you think you'd be living in this nice house if it weren't for him? Would the production team have even invited a fallen lady like you onto the show without Juan's influence? Everything you have is thanks to him. So, get off your high horse," Violet snorted.

In her mind, Debra was just a leech attached to Juan.

Debra couldn't help but chuckle, and Violet's face darkened.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Did Juan not tell you? This place is rented by the production team."

"So what? It's just a small house. Juan could buy it if he wanted to. Besides, the production team begged him to join. As his aunt, I have every right to sit here, don't I?"

"The production team rented this

house from someone. You barged in

here and smashed everything without a second thought.

Everything you destroyed belongs to the owner of this house. According to the contract, the production team has to compensate for theConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

damages. However, since you were the ones who did the smashing, you should go and compensate the production team. I estimate the damage to be around seven or eight million."

"What? Seven or eight million? You're kidding me."

Violet didn't believe that the junk they had just smashed could be worth so much.

"The owner of this house is a

famous collector. His ancestors left him a considerable fortune, and he is a well-known figure in the

didn't you check his back

industry. Before you came here

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Violet turned pale. She only knew that this was a courtyard rented by the production team.