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

Last night, Debra caught Ashley trying to drug her drink. She confronted Ashley, laying out all the risks and consequences, but Ashley, blinded by her desire to get close to Drake, drank the spiked wine anyway. After they changed clothes in the restroom, Ashley was immediately whisked away by Peter's people.

Debra had assumed Ashley got what she wanted, but now she was dead.

A chill ran down Debra's spine. If she had been the one taken to Drake's room last night, she might have met the same fate.

"Madam?" Ben pushed the door open and, noticing her pale expression, asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

"No, it's nothing," Debra replied, rubbing her temples and closing the news tab.

"Mr. Houston has been waiting downstairs for a while now. Should I let him up?"

"Are you his employee or mine? Why are you speaking up for him?"

"It's just that he's been down there for a while, and a lot of our employees have noticed."

"So? It's not the first time he's come by."

full of

had Debra's attention. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains. From her vantage point, she could see Marion standing beside a convertible, its backseat overflowing

of our company's image,

stand there all he wants. It's not my

sat back down at her desk, though it was clear her mind wasn't on

with the new reality show coming up, you'll be spending a lot of time with Mr. Nichols. Maybe you should let Mr. Houston know ahead of

and irritably

And

I say anything about taking the flowers? Tell him to take

"Okay."

the office. Debra called him back one last time.

"Yes?"

to park the car in the lot. All those

"Right away, ma'am."

Debra stared out the window again,

again, chasing her to