Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1321 - Bab 1330

"Not that line. The one before," Debra pressed.Randy thought for a moment. "Wrong direction of investigation?""The one before that.""These are account books, not a treasure map?""Yes, that's the one.""What about it?"Debra crossed her arms. "I always thought it was weird. If these ledgers were so dangerous, why weren't they burned? Why hide them in ancestral halls? The Osborne and Houston families probably have their versions too. Maybe combined, they are a treasure map.""I've heard of treasure maps hidden in poems or paintings," Erica said, "but account books? That's a first.""That's a wild guess," Randy echoed. "What kind of treasure would be hidden in ledgers?"Debra shook her head. "Randy, can you sneak into your ancestral hall and get something?"Randy froze as all eyes landed on him. He swallowed hard and shook his head. "I've hated going to the ancestral hall since I was a kid. Every time I go, I either piss off my ancestors or get beaten by my dad. Do you want

"Huh? When?" Debra was surprised."When you were born," Randy replied. "All Four Great Families got together. You were still a baby, so you don't remember."Erica raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect you to remember something that long ago."Randy scratched his head. "I was too young to recall much. But that banquet was the fanciest I've ever seen. Stuck in my brain. Oh, and that's when I first met Marion. Back then, he was..." Before he could finish, Marion kicked the back of his seat."Just drive and stop talking.""Alright. No kicking."Randy rubbed his sore back with one hand. Debra turned her attention to Marion."You were there the day I was born?" she asked.Randy butted in, "Of course. All four families showed up. Your family was popular back then, and your dad was the life of the party. Having a daughter was a big deal. Influential businessmen from around the globe came to celebrate it."He sighed dramatically, "Your family had its day."Though decades had passed, De

Debra teased him, "You stick out like a sore thumb here.""I'm evolved," Randy smiled, leading them into the house.The maids were cleaning in the grand hall that resembled a museum. The shelves were crammed with antiques worth seven figures. Porcelain vases and jade carvings screamed "royalty-only" back in the day.The Osborne family might as well have hung a neon "Rob Me" sign.Debra's gaze snagged on a wall glittering with rare gemstones and uncut minerals. She drifted closer, but Randy's father emerged from a side room."You guys..." His sharp eyes swept over them.Enoch Osborne had a tall, well-built frame, his posture straight and dignified. Despite being in his fifties, the sharpness and grace of his youth still lingered in his features, hinting at the strikingly handsome man he had once been."Dad," Randy greeted him. "These are Debra, Marion, and Erica. You've met them before."Enoch ignored him, "I know these famous CEOs."His words drew a distinct line between them.

Enoch slammed his teacup down. "What nonsense are you spouting? This is the head of the Houston family, not Andrew."Yvette blinked. "Not Andrew? But Debra's..." "The tea's cold," Enoch interrupted her. "Fetch a new pot."He shoved the teapot toward her. When she hesitated, he ordered a maid nearby, "Take her upstairs."Yvette reluctantly left, glancing back at Debra.Debra watched, sensing something was off."Apologies for the scene," Enoch said. "My wife hasn't been right since falling ill over a decade ago. She often rambles nonsense.""A decade ago?" Debra pounced on the details."Just an illness. Don't read into it," Enoch replied.The housekeeper approached. "Dinner is ready, sir.""Please join me for dinner." Enoch gestured, then ordered, "Go fetch Randy and Miss Mathis."Debra subtly pressed Marion's arm. He squeezed her hand to reassure her. Presumably, they had bought Randy and Erica enough time. Right on cue, the duo burst in from the backyard. Erica shot Deb

Randy stepped forward and pushed back the man's matted hair.His eyes widened. "Holy crap! Edgar Odom?"Edgar looked much better than they last saw him. He was no longer that haggard and looked much calmer.Debra crouched in front of him. "Remember the money you owe me, Mr. Odom?"Edgar's calm shattered. He lunged, but the two bodyguards held him back down. "Don't move."Debra smirked, "Tell Mr. Eaton Sr. we appreciate the gift. This is very thoughtful.""Mr. Eaton Sr. said he might have the intel you want. But squeezing it out? That's your job.""Fair enough.""Debra, you're not actually trading him for us, are you?" Garland shouted.He kept struggling but could not break free. Meanwhile, Liza was brought down from the second floor.The lead bodyguard asked, "Mrs. Houston, can we take Mr. Garland Eaton and Miss Eaton with us now?"Debra tilted her head. "Do you want to go?"Garland vigorously shook his head. "No. I'd rather die here."Liza echoed, "Same. I haven't had eno