Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1611 - Bab 1620

"I'll handle it." Jordan turned to leave.Drake called after him, "Orkgate isn't your playground. Think the Potter name lets you run wild? Save it. You're not Andrew. You don't have juice."Andrew's weight was great enough, but Jordan was just a newbie propped up by the Potter family, not the other way around."No one's going," a voice interrupted. "I am."Juan stood at the door. Jordan's secretary scurried up. "Sir, Mr. Nichols said he's got a way to save Mrs. Houston, so I let him in.""You?" Jordan sneered. "Think you can do that?""Yes," Juan said, tossing a seal at them. "While I'm gone, help me run my company. I'll bring her back safe."He walked out, and Jordan reluctantly eyed the seal....In Orkgate prison, the warden shoved Debra inside. "Get in."The police chief strolled in, scolding him with feigned anger, "Don't be rude to the lady. If she gets hurt, can you handle the fallout?"The warden bowed and scraped. "My bad, Chief.""Cut the act," Debra said. "Someon

"Marion is here! It's really him!" a guard shouted.He strode in alone, boots clacking on the floor. The guards backed off, spooked. No one had warned them about this.His eyes were ice-cold. The guards swapped looks, swallowing hard.In Orkgate, Drake topped their fear list. Marion was a close second. An old deal had kept him out of the place until now. Seeing him up close, they froze."Mr. Houston..." one stammered."Scram," Marion said, barely sparing them a glance.They bolted, but he barked, "Stop."They halted, and he added, "Leave the keys."They dropped the keys and ran. Marion unlocked the cell, rushing to check on her."You okay?" he asked anxiously.Before she could answer, Lexie's voice cut in. "Mrs. Houston, are you all right? I've handled everyone outside. You're free to go."Marion murmured, "The Trennery family have connections here. You're safe now. I'll get you out."He grabbed her hand, but Debra didn't budge. "Miss Trennery and you get along so well.""

"Well, tough luck," Debra said.A loud crash echoed outside. As the mercenaries flinched, she and Marion lunged at the ones flanking them.Erica and Randy burst in, their crew surrounding the stunned hired guns."Hands up!" Erica barked, aiming at Frederic. "Tell your goons to back off."He complied, annoyed but cool-headed.She glanced around and said, "Frederic, right? We're taking them away. Got a problem with that?""Guess you were ready for this," he snorted."No shit," Erica snapped, itching to clock him.Debra jumped. "Wait. Don't kill him."Erica blinked. "Why not? He's the bad guy.""He saved me once," Debra said, eyes on Frederic. "This evens it out.""Are you kidding?" Randy fumed. "Mercy at a time like this?"Debra tensed. "Next time, I won't."Erica grumbled but lowered her gun. Debra faced him. "You're free, but tell your Illuminati pals. The four families and Drake aren't done. We will fight them at all costs.""Respect your guts," Frederic said, signaling

"What'd you say?" Debra asked.They swapped looks. Ryan mumbled, "Said you beat us.""Y-You did kidnap us," he justified himself. "We just told the truth.""What's wrong with Orkgate?" Erica groaned. "That interrogation was rigged to lock you up.""Good thing we showed up," Randy fumed. "Or you'd be screwed.""I did hit some, but..." Debra eyed Ryan, "I didn't touch you, did I?""No, but you kidnapped me," he muttered."You can plot against me, but I can't fight back?" She stepped toward him.He flinched, yelping, "Help!""Shut it!" Erica kicked him in the chest, annoyed by his whining. "What now? Let them off?""What else?" Debra said. "Can't kill them."They were just dumb kids and not really Illuminati members."Wanna live?" she said. "It's not impossible. You said your club worships the Illuminati. Disband it and focus on your studies. I'll let this slide."Ryan looked stunned. "You'd really let us go?""Don't buy it," Troy said, glaring at Debra.She'd almost forgot

"If I don't spell it out, they'll keep thinking they're the world's saviors, doing some grand service," Debra said. "I'll give you ten minutes to process everything I just said. If you don't talk after that, your brain's beyond saving. I'll hand you over to this guy here. He won't waste time talking you down like I have. When your flesh gets peeled off, you can see if your savior shows up."The answer was plain to see. No one was coming. The world was full of suffering people, and saviors never noticed them.Troy choked up. "About half a year ago, my family went bankrupt. My dad got sick. All the relatives and friends who used to be tight with us ghosted us. I had no choice but to work at a nightclub to make ends meet.""So, you were overseas back then?""Yeah. We weren't some big shots, but we had a decent-sized business. Life was good. My dad put me in one of the top schools. Then one day, he told me we were broke."His face twisted with bitterness. At the height of his teenage