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

The hotel manager was just a lackey of the Sharp family.

Normally, Drake would never tolerate such actions.

"Debra is there. If we make a scene, she might blame me for ruining her plan," Drake replied, glancing at his watch.

It was eight o'clock. At the latest, the party would end by 11.

He ordered, "Keep your people on watch. If anything happens inside, have them rush in immediately. If anyone suspicious enters, send them in. If no one's out by 11, smash the hotel."

"Yes, boss."

At the hotel, the socialites walked the red carpet, attracting reporters to snap pictures.

Such parties always made it to newspapers and magazines and might even show up on international news.

realized that everyone else was

"You're the lucky dog, the star

don't think

hour," Liza muttered, regretting not accepting Debra's proposal of switching dresses earlier in the afternoon. "I wonder who the designer is this time. The design is great, but

gaze never left those socialites in the

clash of light and darkness. Obviously, the light is the

the only one in a white

now, everyone had entered

the Sunshine brand.

ourselves," announced

second floor was suddenly illuminated.. Rows of seats appeared, occupied by people wearing white

the hell? It's making everyone feel

we commodities? What

discontent spread among the socialites. They had