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

Chapter 567

From inside the study, the sound of things crashing and breaking echoed loudly. Outside the door, the butler and maids exchanged uneasy glances, turning away in discomfort. Half an hour passed before the door was kicked open with force.

As soon as Marion stepped out, the butler hurried over, handing him a clean, warm towel. "Sir, you know how Mr. Houston Sr.'s temper can be. Don't let it get to you."

Marion wiped his hands casually before tossing the towel back to the butler, his eyes cold as they swept over him. "Make sure I don't catch him plotting anything involving Debra. Otherwise..."

"Rest assured. Mr. Houston Sr.'s been retired for years now. He wouldn't dare do anything to her."

Marion turned and walked away.

The butler wiped the cold sweat from his brow, taking a deep breath before pushing open the study door. Inside, Caleb was seated in his chair, breathing heavily. The butler handed him the towel that had been used earlier, trying to be delicate with his words. "Mr. Houston Sr., what happened just now? Why get so worked up with Mr. Marion Houston?"

Caleb huffed, his chest heaving. "He's nothing like his father. Is he even really my grandson? Did they ever do a proper DNA test? Dwayne was refined, and Itzel was gentle. Where the hell does Marion get that temper from?"

The butler coughed awkwardly. "Could it be that he takes after you?"

Do I behave like that?" Caleb's temper flared

gave an uneasy chuckle, not daring

"The more he tries to stop me from meeting that girl, the more I want to

"Mr. Houston Sr...

meeting. I want to have

"But..."

can't get her to come, pack your bags and

maid, he instructed, Send an invitation to Ms. Frazier. Tell her Mr. Houston Sr. would like to invite her for a visit."

a friendly visit. And for the love of God, don't let Mr. Marion

the finely crafted envelope in her hand, examining Jt closely before turning to her

really from the Houston

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"We double-checked. It's legit."

""You're sure?"

placed the invitation in front of