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

Henry, who had been worried about Eve, shouted, "Everyone, stop!"

His usual composure was thrown to the wind, replaced by a father's desperate cry.

The trainees, who had been relentlessly frog-jumping across the field, crumpled to the ground. Exhaustion clung to them like a second skin. "Let's see how you're going to make me lose money," Edgar said.

Debra smiled enigmatically, her eyes giving nothing away.

Edgar walked away, and Henry scurried after him.

By nightfall, the intense training had taken its toll. Everyone was too worn out to even lift their forks.

"My legs feel like they're made of lead."

"It's all Debra's fault. If she had just danced earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess."

The complaints echoed through the dining hall, but Debra was nowhere to be found.

at? Is he just

plate.

and headed to the

he was met with Freya's awkward gaze. "Are you waiting for someone?"

arm and persisted, "Are

"We're not close. Stay out of

Oscar. I don't want you to be deceived. Debra is married and

Oscar growled, his patience

over with a scoff. "I thought Miss George was the most high-minded and prideful among the trainees and

frowned, her voice laced with accusation. "Oscar, you were

a couple?"

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

"I told you. Edgar can't

Does

so composed,