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."

aching all over. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, hearing a soft voice outside the door.

she knew it, the maid turned on the light and asked, "Ms. Frazier, are you feeling

heavy," Debra muttered, trying to shake off the lingering

it was much better than how she'd felt earlier

the room's décor and asked, "Where

the house rented by

"We are..."

the maid could finish, Marion entered with a

is Mr. Andrew's house," he said

"Andrew?" Debra was puzzled.

Andrew was on

down beside her,

on a

of oatmeal.

You should eat

her,

open. Randy and William, both sporting dark circles under their eyes, shuffled into the

at their eyes. "What's with