All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Chapter 1491 - Chapter 1500

To Liza, this seemed like a trivial question.She couldn't quite understand why Andrew wasn't asking more important questions, like who Fermin had met recently, if he had been in contact with the Illuminati, and what he had been plotting."That's my only question," he said. "Answer it, and you're free to go."Andrew still wore his gentle smile, giving an illusion that he wasn't the one who had threatened her earlier.Liza replied, "I didn't go anywhere. He had me stay at a house in the city and barely went out himself. After that event, he took me back overseas. We just didn't go home.""Tell me where the house is, and you can leave," Andrew said, having his phone passed to her.Liza could only write down the address. She said, "It was probably bought by Fermin later on. I don't know the exact location, but I do know it's in this direction. It's at the end of this street on the left, with a pond in the yard."Andrew heard her out without interrupting. "Thank you for the informat

Marion led Debra to the innermost room on the left. When the door opened, he quickly stepped in front of her to block the dust from the doorframe.It took a while before she could see what was inside.The place was cramped, covering no more than ten square meters. Three sets of bunk beds stood on the sides, their frames already rusted. In the middle was a simple frame holding a copper basin. There was nothing else.Marion had understated it when he called the room shabby."There's nothing much to see here. It's dirty. Let's go," he said, pulling at her arm.But Debra was intrigued. "Which was your bed?""This one." Marion pointed to the bottom bunk in the far corner."So, this is the room you, Robert, and Drake share?""Yeah.""What about the other three beds?""We were the last batch, so it's just the three of us.""You worked as Shawn's bodyguards?""Yeah."Debra walked over to the bed Marion had used. It was still neat, though the room was heavy with the smell of old, s

When she woke up the next morning, Debra instinctively reached out to feel around.She muttered, "Marion, what time is it?"There was no response. She opened her eyes and found Marion wasn't in bed.After a quick wash, she went downstairs.Marion, who had come back from his mission, was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up."You're up so early," he said, noticing it was only 7 a.m.He had gotten used to Debra's routine."Breakfast is ready. Come eat," he added, setting two sandwiches and a bowl of oatmeal on the table.Since Debra's injury, her health had been poor. While in the hospital, she'd repeatedly had fevers. Recently, she could only eat light food.She had slept deeply last night, probably because she was exhausted.After she took her seat, Marion sat next to her and began to gather her hair into a bun."You're getting better at this," she chuckled."Anything for you," he replied with a smile.A bodyguard came in and repo

The sounds of violent banging echoed through the enclosed room.Despite the nurses' best efforts to hold him down, Fermin pounded the bed in agony."Strap him down," ordered the doctor.The nurses quickly bound Fermin to the operating table.Behind the one-way mirror, Bert watched with pain. His hand gripped his cane tightly.Electroshock therapy was one of the most dangerous treatments. But it was the only way to make Fermin believe he was dead, allowing his personality to enter a dormant state."Sir, maybe we should leave for now," the butler suggested, unable to watch any longer."I can't, not when Fermin is still inside," Bert replied, his voice heavy.He didn't want Fermin to suffer or go out to hurt others."Fermin!" Liza stumbled down the stairs, nearly falling in the process.Several servants, who were chasing after her, stopped at the entrance since they were not allowed in there.They had sealed off the elevator, but Liza, in her desperation, had chosen to take the

"Marion, what are you doing?" Debra shot him a warning look.Marion shrank back."Alright. I'll call again when I get there," Michael said."Okay." Debra ended the call and looked up to see Marion's frustrated look."I'm hungry," she said, pecking him on the lips.Marion lost what little control he had left. He tilted her chin up, pressed a hand to the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply.It wasn't until they were both breathless that he finally pulled away."Let's go eat," he said.Debra glared at him, knowing he was doing that on purpose."Well, I'm not that hungry anymore," she said deliberately.Marion looked back and met her limpid eyes. His lips, slightly swollen from his kisses, were soft and inviting like ripe cherries."I am hungry, though." His voice was low, teasing.This time, his kisses were slow, lingering. His lips trailed down to her neck, and their breaths both quickened.Debra's silk nightgown slipped down to her waist, the lace straps of her undergar