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

Chapter 912

"Alright, I'll give you the phone when you're ready to leave."

"Lara..."

"I'm doing this for your good. If Drake searches your room and finds the phone, we're both dead. I'm just trying to save our lives. I hope you understand."

"Alright, but you need to keep the phone safe. Don't let anything happen to it."

"I'll guard it with my life."

Lara then left the room.

The night deepened. In his study room, Garland was whining, "I'm not studying anymore. I quit."

Juan, leaning casually against the sofa, dodged the pillow thrown his way. "Familiarize yourself with the stock distribution, analyze market prospects, provide evidence, and give a detailed explanation of the recent financial reports. I want to see the problems, strengths, and weaknesses of the Eaton family."

He sounded like it was an easy task. Closing his book, he added, "Once you're done with all that, you can go to bed."

I supposed to finish all this in one night? When you say go to bed, do you

night, one

on the words, his face turning

the back of my hand. I don't need an hour,"

believe it. Our businesses are vast.

ask you something. What's

"Two," Garland replied.

that for me," Juan said, sipping

themselves. "If you're so

tea. "You have 58 minutes left. If you

Fermin? You'd be a better fit than me," Garland grumbled, taking the pen

you want to protect?"

said, ignoring the

on, I really want to know. Maybe I know

remained silent, and Garland guessed, "I bet it's your wife. Shelia,

real heiress had been involved in prostitution and imprisonment, while the fake heiress had