Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Due to this episode, Juan's attention was solely on Debra. Shelia's performance was completely ignored.

When the auction ended, Debra was about to leave when she bumped into Juan and Shelia.

"Debra, if you don't understand real estate, don't mess around," Juan said bluntly.

Shelia chimed in, "Yeah, Debra. Your actions have cost Mr. Nichols ten billion dollars."

Debra chuckled, "Miss Miles, you misunderstand. This piece of land is mine to buy. What does it have to do with Juan?"

Shelia blurted out, "But that's ten billion dollars."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"It's just pocket change for me, not to mention for her."

From not far away, Randy's voice came. "Isn't that right, Ms. Frazier?"

Debra caught sight of Marion and said, "It's just a plaything for purchase."

Shelia blushed with embarrassment.

Ten billion dollars meant nothing to Juan and Debra.

In front of these people, Shelia felt inferior.

"Heard Mr. Nichols got married. Is the lady beside him Mrs. Nichols?" Marion chimed in.

Shelia blushed, stammering, "N-no."

"This is my wife, Debra," Juan said, pulling Debra close.

Debra tried to shake off Juan's hand, but he held on tight.

Since earlier, he had felt Marion's gaze on Debra.

Men understood men best. He could see through Marion's thoughts.

"So, Ms. Frazier is Mrs. Nichols. It's my bad. I saw Mr. Nichols chatting with this lady in the venue earlier, thinking she was Mrs. Nichols." Randy slapped his head. "Then this lady must be Mr. Nichols's secretary. No wonder she was holding up signs for Mr. Nichols earlier." Debra almost burst out laughing.

Though she didn't care about Shelia and Juan anymore, hearing Randy's words still made her pleased.

Shelia was totally embarrassed.

"Joe, take Shelia home," Juan ordered.

"Yes, sir," Joe agreed.

Randy grinned, "We'll get out of your hair. Bye!"

After Randy and Marion left, Debra shook off Juan's hand. "Had enough?"

Juan didn't expect Debra to pull away.

Before, Debra couldn't wait to touch him.

She seemed different tonight.

"If you're trying to get my attention, you don't need to do this," Juan said.

Debra was speechless.

She wanted to argue, but she couldn't find the right words.

Considering how much she cared about Juan in the past, she might have done so.

But she wasn't that person anymore.

"Whatever!" Debra shrugged.

"Wait." Juan stopped her.

"What now?"

"What's your relationship with Marion?"

"I don't even know him."

Juan spoke coldly. "No matter what your relationship is with him, you are Mrs. Nichols in public. You better watch your identity and keep your distance from other men."

Debra scoffed, "Before you demand anything from others, how about demanding it from yourself? Did you consider your status and my reputation when you brought Shelia here today?"

"I had Joe inform you today."

"Oh? Is it to tell me not to come?"

Juan remained silent.

He knew he was in the wrong.

"Even Marion, an outsider, mistook Shelia for Mrs. Nichols. If you like her, let's get a divorce," Debra said.

"Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?" Juan frowned.

Although he didn't love Debra, it didn't mean he wanted a divorce.

Their marriage was based on interests. It was not something one person could dissolve.

From Juan's serious expression, Debra could tell that he wasn't thinking of divorce now, but it was only because of her family.

In a few years, when she became worthless, he would discard her like trash.

Thinking of the miserable end of her last life, she'd rather end it now than wait for that moment.

"I said, let's divorce."

The next day, news of Debra's extravagant purchase of wasteland swept through major platforms. Debra was the sole heiress to the Frazier family, and ten billion dollars was just a figure for her. However, with her family's businesses operating, she had limited liquid assets.

It was not easy for her to raise the money.

Debra lay on the bed, rubbing her brows.

'Should I find Juan? No."

He left without a word yesterday when she proposed a divorce.

She couldn't understand. She was even willing to relinquish the Frazier family's wealth to him, yet he still didn't want a divorce.

But besides Juan, who else could she turn to?

Suddenly, Debra sat up.

She had an idea.

"Marion!"

People in high society were in one circle. Debra managed to contact Marion through her connections.

Debra remembered that Marion's influence was overseas, but in recent years, he had stationed himself in Seamar City. Others might not know why, but she did. In the coming years, Marion would rapidly take over local enterprises, competing head-to-head with Juan. In the conference room, Marion played with his lighter.

Debra got straight to the point. "I want to borrow eight billion dollars from you."

Randy spat out his tea.

He'd seen straightforward, but never this blunt.

"Ms. Frazier, that's a large amount of money."

Debra blinked. "Last time you said ten billion dollars was nothing."

"I just rolled the logs for you, and you're giving me a hard time." Randy shook his head.

Beautiful women were always a bit sick in their heads.

Marion flicked his lighter. "Why should I lend you any money?"

"I could've secured Crescent Manor with two billion dollars, but because of your meddling, I have to pay an extra."

"Not a convincing reason."

Debra fell silent for a moment before saying, "Your industries are all overseas, but for the past two years, you've been frequenting Seamar City. I guess you want to launder your overseas money here. Am I right?"

Randy paused his tea-drinking motion, subconsciously glancing at Marion.

He didn't expect Debra to understand these things.