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

Debra's words were a gauntlet thrown, a challenge only she and Edgar understood.

Edgar's smile faded like the setting sun.

Ashley whispered her ridicule. "Has Debra lost her marbles? Does she really think her dance is worth five billion?" "Who does she think she is? She is done for," echoed another trainee.

Their eyes gleamed with anticipation of Debra's imminent downfall.

Edgar waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not in the mood today. Since you sprained your ankle, let's forget about it."

Henry mopped the sweat from his brow, relief flooding through him. He couldn't afford to offend Debra with Juan backing her, nor could he cross Edgar, the head of the Odom family.

Eve, ever the opportunist, stepped forward. "Mr. Odom, if Debra won't dance, I will. I'm a much better dancer than her."

But Edgar didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, he stood up and said, "Let's wrap this up. I hear you have physical training sessions in the afternoon."

"Yes, but the intense training is usually in the morning," replied Henry.

simulate the morning training here.

The trainees groaned inwardly.

were supposed to be bare-faced, but there was no time to

without makeup,

originally bare-faced

today, she had applied light makeup. The

and makeup were not a good

to the training field right away," Henry said, ushering Edgar

in his ear. Despite his reluctance, Henry let someone take

strutted out, looking smug,

her side.

training

Eve

the last to

under their breath, jealous of her

what she was doing. Turns out she went to