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."

night was deep when Debra woke up, her body aching all over. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, hearing a soft voice outside the

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

heavy," Debra muttered, trying to shake off

it was much better than

took in the room's décor and asked, "Where

the house rented by the production

"We are..."

finish, Marion entered with a

is Mr. Andrew's house," he said as

"Andrew?" Debra was puzzled.

Andrew was on

sat down beside her,

on a

oatmeal.

You should

Marion feed her, slowly taking in the

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

pointing at