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

Chapter 917

"How is that possible? This place is crawling with your people," Debra said, taking a couple of steps forward.

She caught a glimpse of a black car about 100 meters away. It was Marion, and she felt reassured.

According to the tradition, Drake put a masquerade mask on Debra and wore a half mask on his face.

Debra braced herself as they entered the gala. She had been to one such event before, so she wasn't as shocked this time.

Drake said, "Hold onto my arm tightly, or I can't guarantee your safety."

His words put Debra on high alert.

Inside the venue, everything seemed normal at first, but she noticed that all the guests were men. There were no women, and the men were eyeing her lustfully.

This made her uncomfortable, and she tightened her grip on Drake's arm.

Across town at the Eaton Mansion, Juan watched as Garland struggled to do a handstand against the wall.

as

"Not yet."

"How much longer?"

"Three more hours."

a deflated balloon. "I can't do this anymore. My dad asked you to teach me finance, not PE. My arms are going to be thicker than my legs at this rate." He rubbed his

case, I'll just have to whip you," Juan said, standing up

had felt the sting of the whip the day

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thing down," Garland stammered, but her warnings fell on deaf

Juan raised his hand, Garland quickly surrendered.

"Now go

a pillow in front of him

sat down on the sofa and grumbled, "Who uses a whip to make someone study? This isn't ancient times. Don't I have

Juan remained silent.

it

I think

not the one getting whipped," Garland