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

"Chill, man. Here I am," said a blonde, trotting up with a medical kit in hand.

He looked to be in his late twenties, his appearance sharp and professional. Yet when he spoke, a thick accent tumbled out, totally out of place with his handsome looks. "Hurry up! If something happens to her, Marion will demolish your hospital," Randy urged.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Then please, tell him to do it. I've had enough of this job. Demolish the hospital already," William Weaver quipped.

Marion chimed in, "Be quick, or I'll break your head."

William dared not joke around anymore. William shut up and got to work.

After a quick examination, he shrugged. "She's running a high fever. Other than that, nothing serious."

Randy rolled his eyes. "What, you were hoping for something more? Shouldn't you be happy she's not worse off? Do your job before Marion breaks something."

William shot him a mournful look, and Randy urged, "What are you waiting for? Give her the fever reducer."

William complied, taking the fever medicine out. "Look, next time, don't call me for something so minor. I've got like five surgeries lined up, and do you have any idea how brutal the work culture is? My boss makes me pull double shifts with no overtime pay, and for this, I had to take a plane. My boss..."

"Your boss is right there," Randy interrupted, nodding toward the doorway, where Andrew sat calmly in his wheelchair.

He smirked, "Did I just hear someone complain?"

William put on a flattering smile. "Boss, no one was complaining. I'm your most loyal employee. I'd follow you for life." Randy cringed at the pathetic display, wondering how a man so good-looking could be such a brown-noser.

"Leave us," Marion said, his eyes never leaving Debra's face.

The chatter seemed to bother him. It had shown on his face.

"Let's go. Don't bother them anymore," Randy muttered, dragging William out by the back of his collar.

William grunted, "My medical kit."

After they were gone, Andrew said, "Let her rest. Tomorrow, send her back."

Marion's eyes narrowed. "What are you planning?"

The Nichols family had come to Debra's door to cause trouble. There was no way Andrew didn't know about it.

Andrew was unfazed. "To change

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her, you know what to do."

Without waiting for a response, Andrew motioned for his butler to wheel him out of the room.

As night fell, at the Lowe Mansion, Drake was watching the news on his laptop. A faint smile played on bis lips as he leaned back in his chair.

Peter stood beside him and reported, "We've investigated. The woman from the other night is

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Debra Frazier, a nominal hern

the McKinney Group. Before her family went bankrupt, she was one of Seamar City's most well-known heiresses. Her marriage to Juan is practically over, and she's currently filming a reality show on our island."

"Debra..." Drake drummed his fingers on the desk.

His smile deepened.