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

Chapter 1387

The masked man patted Juan on the shoulder. "Come with me."

Juan glanced at the door to Debra's room once again before following the masked man to the fifth floor.

The hallway was shrouded in darkness. The masked man pushed open a door to reveal a master bedroom frozen in time, its décor untouched for decades.

A massive oil painting dominated the wall. It was the wedding portrait of a couple. The woman radiated serene elegance, while the man beside her bore a striking resemblance to Juan, his expression stern and unyielding.

The masked man strode to a vase near the bed and twisted it. With a low groan, a wardrobe slid aside, exposing a steel door that opened to a sleek, modern elevator.

He had lived there for years, yet never

man stepped inside first. The elevator descended silently to the

a woman mid-dance. Glass cases displayed her dresses, preserved as if she might slip into

behind," the masked man said,

took a hesitant step

of his mother had always been scarce. Melody had dismissed her as a restless, unfit wife whose death was no great loss. Yet here, the photographs told a different story. She

memories of his mother. To him, she was little more than a stranger. Logically, this- should mean nothing. But the sight of her luminous smile clawed at something deep in his

a face weathered by time yet undeniably

Nichols spoke up. "Juan, you've done well. The company thrives under your