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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as if he hadn't drunk any water for

the harsh truth. "Ms. Frazier is dead, Michael. You need to let go. I know you're grateful to her, but you have

"Dead? Says who?"

the agent replied in frustration. "What you need

can only be Debra." Michael turned his head away, unwilling to

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thin, and his voice rose in anger Why are you so xhubbai? You know, M. Fraser has sold the company to the Meaney droup it's been

Michael turned to look at the agent

agent replied. "Tracy, the president of McKinney

the mention of that name, Michael seemed to come alive.

in arranging for a makeup artist and stylist.

to see you alone. Just go in," the agent

eyes on the top floor of the building. "T'll go by

and recognized him as Debra's

confirmed a