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

As Debra thought about the pack of birth control pills from earlier that day, she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Lowe, I'm not that hungry."

"I know. You didn't like what the hotel served yesterday," Drake responded.

"No, I'm really not hungry," Debra said.

She was eager to excuse herself and prayed that Marion would arrive soon.

Drake started eating. As if engaging in casual conversation, he asked, "Kale said you contacted someone from the McKinney Group today."

"It was an old colleague," Debra quickly explained. "I had some paid leave to record that show, and they still owe me 30 thousand dollars. I thought I'd ask about it when you submitted my resignation. After all, jobs with salaries like that aren't easy to find." She picked up her fork and knife, trying to mask her nervousness with action. But then she thought about the possibility of Drake drugging the food, so she put the tableware back down.

Drake chuckled, "What's the matter? Afraid I drugged the food?"

Debra stiffened. "Not really."

Kale check all your bank accounts," Drake said with a smirk. "Turns out you have seven million dollars in debt. And, from what I saw, the balance across all your accounts is less than ten thousand dollars. Seems like you've been living pretty humbly." Debra had anticipated that Drake might investigate

she was trying to keep Juan from getting suspicious, she had shifted all her assets. They had

would dispel Juan's suspicion. "Well," she sighed. "I used to be a rich lady. I never had to worry about money, and I got used to spending it freely. Now,

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read his intentions. She could only probe

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win, and I'll give you a 10% commission. With your intelligence, you could make a million in no time." "That does sound

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