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

Drake realized who he was facing.

"Sir, back when Ralph lost a fortune gambling at our place, it triggered the collapse of the Frazier family. I suspect that Debra is getting close to you for ulterior motives. Should we..." Peter said, slicing a finger across his throat. "No. Leave her to me," Drake responded calmly.

Peter blinked, surprised. "You're going to handle this yourself? Isn't that too much trouble?"

"You mentioned she's filming some reality show on our island?" Drake inquired.

"Yes, but due to some public backlash, the filming has been paused. However, their lease is still valid, so I doubt the crew or the guests will be leaving any time soon," Peter replied.

"Make preparations. I feel like switching up my vacation spot," Drake said.

"Sir, Debra isn't the only one on the island. Juan is there too. Should we..." Peter reasoned.

Drake's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me how to run my affairs?"

"N-no, sir," Peter stammered, bowing his head.

"Do as I say."

"Yes, sir."

Once Peter was alone, Drake's gaze drifted back to the photo of Debra on his computer screen. A cold smile crossed his face.

"Debra Frazier... Interesting."

as she pushed

the maid turned on the light and asked, "Ms.

head feels heavy," Debra muttered, trying to shake

than how she'd felt

room's décor and asked, "Where

rented by the production

"We are..."

maid could finish, Marion entered with a bowl of

is Mr. Andrew's house," he said

"Andrew?" Debra was puzzled.

didn't know Andrew was on the island

down

on a

of oatmeal.

You should

groggy, Debra let Marion feed her,

and William, both sporting dark circles

eyebrow, pointing at