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

Juan had withdrawn his investment, yet Debra seemed unfazed. This could only mean one thing. Someone else was secretly backing Debra. Edgar had underestimated her, but it was becoming increasingly clear that she was a force to be reckoned with.

A soft knock at the door heralded the arrival of a maid. "Sir, Mr. Blair and Miss Miles are here."

The mention of Declan brought him a sense of relief, but learning that Shelia had come too caused his lips to curl into a sneer. 'Shelia has gone to plead with Melody behind the scenes, showing no signs of submission. It's high time I teach her a lesson.' "Tell them to wait for me in the front hall," Edgar instructed.

"Sure, sir," the maid acknowledged, swiftly retreating.

Edgar stood, adjusting his sleeves with a sense of purpose. He needed to meet Shelia and have a serious conversation with her.

Shelia sat down at the table, her eyes wandering nervously around the room. After a moment of hesitation, she turned to Declan. "Dad, can't we just eat at home? Why did we have to come here?"

Declan offered her a reassuring smile. "Sweetheart, I know you've had a misunderstanding with Edgar recently. But he's a good man. He's been searching for you all these years and is far better than Juan. Just listen to me and make amends with Edgar." A sense of unease washed over Shelia. "Dad, we didn't argue. Why are you saying this now?"

Declan's expression turned serious. "Sweetheart, do you think you can hide things from me? We know about your visit to Juan. But Edgar loves you. He won't hold it against you."

Shelia's face paled, her expression frozen

"Jade."

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