Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

hapter 269

The room was shrouded in darkness, with not a single shard of light piercing the gloom. As the agent swung open the door, a foul stench assaulted his senses, making him recoil. The space was a mess, littered with trash and clutter, barely fit for human habitation.

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It was hard to believe anyone could endure such conditions fr than a minute, yet Michael had been holed up here for four interminable days.

*Michael. Pull yourself together," the agent commanded, stepping into the room and hauling Michael up from the floor.

Michael's eyes were vacant, devoid of their usual spark.

"Michael, listen to me," the agent urged. "The Frazier Group has changed hands. Do you understand? You need to clean up and head to

the company right now. The big boss wants to see you. Do you hear me?

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hadn't drunk any water

need to let

"Dead? Says who?"

with no body found. Isn't that enough to say she's dead?" the agent replied in frustration. "What you need to do

only be Debra." Michael turned his

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are you so xhubbai? You know, M. Fraser has sold the company to the Meaney droup it's been acquired, Sichael. The

of stunned silence, Michael turned to look at the agent Who wants to

it be?" the agent replied. "Tracy,

the mention of that name, Michael seemed to come

wasted no time in arranging for a makeup artist and stylist. Within an hour, Michael was standing outside the

McKinney wants to see you alone. Just go in," the

agent could explain further, Michael fixed his eyes on the top floor of the

was there to lead the way. Michael had met him before and recognized him as Debra's assistant, who had frequently appeared at Frazier

appearance there further confirmed a speculation