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.

the morning training

The trainees groaned inwardly.

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

without makeup,

was originally bare-faced

female trainees were present today, she had applied

were not

field right away,"

something in his ear. Despite his reluctance, Henry

strutted out,

by her side. When

training

Eve

last to arrive, her makeup

their breath,

she was doing. Turns out she went to