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

Chapter 1576

The bodyguard looked troubled. His orders from Fermin were clear. He couldn't leave Liza's side.

"He's just doing his job," Debra said.

Before Liza could respond, she continued, "But having him stay in the house with us isn't convenient. How about he stays in the greenhouse outside? You won't leave without telling him anyway."

The bodyguard hesitated.

"You heard the lady," Liza chimed in. "Stop hovering around. If you piss me off, Fermin will break your legs."

The bodyguard had no choice but to nod. "Yes, Miss."

It was winter in Orkgate, and though the snow outside wasn't heavy, it was still cold. The greenhouse had heat, making it warmer than the house, but there was no bed, only chairs. It was going to be a rough night for him.

Once the bodyguard was gone, Liza asked nervously, "Did Marion really betray you?"

"I don't know," Debra replied. "Maybe. If he can lie to me, what else isn't he capable of?" "Are you going to divorce him?" Liza pressed.

She had thought they were just fighting, but clearly, the real situation was complicated.

Debra looked at the suitcase. "How long did Fermin let you stay in Orkgate?"

"One day," Liza sighed.

"And you brought all this?" Debra raised an eyebrow.

"Fermin packed it. He was worried I wouldn't have everything I needed," Liza explained, opening the suitcase. "I checked it before I left. No bugs or cameras."

aback, recalling the first time they met. Somehow, the spoiled girl had learned to be

together. I won't do anything to hurt you. I don't know why Fermin sent me here, but I think

you. I won't let him use me to hurt

you were cuter when

we have to grow up," Liza said seriously. "I might not be as smart as you,

that day will come

then, her phone

anxiously. "The company needs you here to

Chapter 718

be the one suffering if this deal fell

gave Rachel

I’m still very interested in the proposal. I was just wondering if I could have a drink or two with

into the details there.”

not be

our discussions. It is rather hot here in the afternoon, and quite distracting for us to be talking about work. Don’t worry, I’ll go look for a bar nearby with a

looked at Tyler and Rachel, clearly overjoyed. “Really? Can we

“No-”

course, we can! Ms. Charlton, leave this to

“Thank you in advance, Ms. Lloyd.”

I’ll take care of this,” Rachel said

there, his face dark with displeasure. All of a sudden, he lost all of his

plate. “Here, Ms. Lloyd, try some crab. I heard that this restaurant is well–known

you, Ms. Charlton.” Rachel nodded

on her plate. She probed, “Ms Lloyd, why aren’t you

Anne really liked Tyler, and no woman would like to be

it a try.