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."

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the curtains. From her vantage point, she could see Marion standing beside a convertible, its backseat overflowing with flowers. A small crowd had gathered to snap pictures. Debra's face

sake of our

there all he wants. It's not my reputation

back down at her desk, though

show coming up, you'll be spending a lot of time with Mr. Nichols. Maybe you should

at the project proposal for 'Hello, Ex' and irritably

tell the receptionist. And should I

I say anything about taking the flowers? Tell him

"Okay."

as he left the office. Debra

"Yes?"

him to park the car in the

"Right away, ma'am."

out the window again, feeling her

now, here he was again, chasing her to the company.