Lahat ng Kabanata ng Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Kabanata 1541 - Kabanata 1550

Debra's phone rang.She glanced at the screen and answered the call before Michael's angry voice came through."You'd better have a good explanation for this."Debra pulled the phone away from her aching ear."Calm down." "Calm down? I told you to go have fun at that club, not blow a million dollars. And now, you're all over the news, crowned the 'Queen of the Overseas Nightlife Scene' overnight. And you checked into a hotel with a male model. Have you lost your mind?"Michael rarely lost his temper. This time, he was genuinely furious.Debra rubbed her temples. "I was just blowing off steam. Nothing happened with that model.""You threw money around like crazy and booked a hotel room with him. The rumors are everywhere. The whole overseas circle thinks you and Marion are getting a divorce. I bet Seamar City is buzzing with gossip, too. Going back now is like walking away with your pants down.""It's not that bad. I'm exhausted. We'll talk when you're back."Before Michael

Back then, Debra had been too weak, relying on tricks to survive in the cracks of Seamar City.Now her gaze was determined. She had strong backing and could be herself.For his part, Jordan had made the most important decision of his life because of her.The two cars pulled up at the Potter Mansion. The three of them headed upstairs to see Drake.But as soon as Jordan opened the door, a vase was thrown straight at Debra.Debra froze, and so did Drake on the bed.Jordan kicked the vase away just in time, preventing it from hitting Debra."What's your problem?" Jordan frowned.Drake's face darkened. "Spending a million in a nightclub and booking a hotel room with a gigolo. Debra, you're something else." "Why is everyone asking me the same thing?" Debra rubbed her brows.Jordan didn't interrupt Drake. Instead, he walked in and poured himself a glass of wine."I'm waiting for her explanation too," he said.Juan followed him inside and sat on a nearby sofa.Debra felt the weig

"I think the Illuminati is so deeply embedded because their members are everywhere. They first make friends, then trick them into joining, expanding the Illuminati's reach." Debra continued, "But most wealthy business people and well-known figures are just doing work for the core members. They don't get close to the heart of the organization. At most, they're just exchanging favors. Those businessmen want power and money, and the Illuminati needs their connections. If necessary, they'll be used as spears and guns.""So, you suspect this guy, Josh?" Jordan asked.Drake chimed in, "Who's Josh? The pretty boy you were with that night?"Debra shook her head. "Not him."Jordan pressed, "Not him? Then why'd you bring him with you?""The members of the Illuminati aren't fools. I just showed them what they wanted to see," Debra explained. "I went to their nightclub, picked their male model, and took him to the hotel. It's like telling them I was investigating them. Besides, I couldn't tak

Debra shrugged. "The Illuminati is plaguing the world. I got a little bit of a saint complex and wanted to wipe them out. Does that make it easier for you to accept?"Drake scoffed, "Saint complex? You and that word don't go together."Debra laughed, "What's that supposed to mean?"He paused, looking up at her. "Is it because of me?"Debra fell silent, and he continued, "You and Marion didn't need to save me. I went willingly.""To die? If we hadn't come, you'd be dead. Do you really think your life means nothing?"Drake shrugged. "I've done plenty of bad things in my life. Death serves me right. You didn't have to get involved.""Should we just sit by and watch you die? The Illuminati has already targeted the stuff you're hiding. They won't let go. Leaving this place only gets you in trouble," Debra retorted. "Marion sees you as a brother. He'll never just let it slide, and neither will I. They grabbed you, and you went along without a fight? Since when did you get so easy to c

Randy frowned. "What do you mean? Jordan doesn't want to see us?""It's Mrs. Houston," replied the guard. "She doesn't receive anyone for now.""I don't buy it. She just messaged me last night." Erica turned to the house and shouted, "Debra, it's me. We've come to see you.""Miss Mathis, please don't make noises here," the guard reminded her.Erica and Randy had stayed at the Potter Mansion before, so they were familiar with the guards."We've met before," she said. "Name the price.""This isn't about money." The guard stood his ground."Do I need to force my way in?" Erica twisted her wrists.The guard took a step back, grabbed his walkie-talkie, and spoke into it.In an instant, the alarms went off, and a group of highly trained bodyguards rushed up.Erica laughed, "Is this what Jordan is up to? Acting like some kind of gangster boss, using top-level security like this. When Andrew was around, we never had to deal with all this.""According to Mr. Jordan Potter, Mrs. Houst