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

"Tango." Debra offered her hand to Edgar, a challenge in her eyes.

He took it without hesitation. Henry signaled the broadcast room, and soon, the practice field was filled with the sultry rhythm of the tango.

Edgar wrapped an arm around Debra's waist, whispering, "No wonder Juan can't let you go. If you were mine, I wouldn't either."

"Is that so?"

Debra's response was swift and painful-a stomp on his foot. Edgar winced, but she wasn't done. She stepped on his foot again, driving him back.

"I heard you're backing Juan's investment in this trainee program. Is it true?"

"Juan likes you so much. Even with the divorce issue, he still shares everything with you."

"You've invested several billion. Aren't you afraid of losing it all?"

investments are solid. I'm not

safe?" Debra looked up at him, a sly gleam in her eyes. "Believe it or not, I can

be impressed. But a program worth billions?

If they're all too sick to perform, the ratings will tank, and no one will care about the trainee program anymore. You know, in this industry, the rewards are high, and so are the risks. Without funding, you can't produce new stars, and

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contract, they had to pay

dared to breach the contract.

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revenue

the investment was backed by a big

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