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

Moments later, Shelia emerged from the restroom, her face looking grim. She was now dressed in a white gown.

"What's wrong?" Juan asked.

"I just changed in the restroom and thought I saw Debra."

"Debra?"

Shelia nodded. "I saw Debra with that man. They seemed intimate."

Shelia observed Juan's expression and quickly added, "But I might have been mistaken. How could Debra know someone like Marion? I heard he's a desperado." "Debra..." Juan's tone turned cold.

He had noticed Marion's interest in Debra last time.

'Doesn't she know how to avoid danger? Even getting close to someone like Marion.'

Juan felt upset.

Debra emerged from the restroom and was puzzled about Juan's dissatisfaction.

"Where did you go?" Juan whispered.

"Me? I went to the restroom."

Debra was confused.

Shelia stepped forward, pretending to be affectionate, as she grabbed Debra's hand. "Debra, I saw it just now. Marion is not a good person. Don't let him deceive you." Debra instinctively withdrew her hand.

Shelia's hand hung in mid-air, and she looked aggrieved. "I didn't tell Mr. Nichols about it on purpose, but Marion is really not a good person."

"I know what kind of person Marion is. I don't need others to judge," Debra huffed.

"I..." Shelia bit her lip, looking hurt.

"Shelia is looking out for you. Don't be oblivious and provoke the wrong people," Juan warned.

Shelia tugged at Juan's sleeve, as if to imply he was being too harsh.

If other people saw it, they might think that Shelia was Juan's wife.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"In any case, it's best not to get close to Marion. You're a woman of high standing, while he's a man without upbringing. How could you have any ties with him?" Shelia said. Suddenly, the sound of a cane hitting the ground came.

Everyone turned to see an elderly man with gray hair standing in the center of the hall.

Debra turned around, feeling a sense of familiarity. Soon, she recognized the old man as the gardener who had been arranging vases in the hall earlier.

Now, the old man was dressed in a suit, flanked by two bodyguards. His stern gaze carried a hint of ruthlessness, making people wary.

"This is Mr. Caleb Houston," one of the bodyguards introduced.

Everyone in the vicinity raised their glasses respectfully to the old man.

Only Shelia was pale.

The old man she had scolded just now turned out to be Caleb.

Shortly after, Marion emerged from behind Caleb and stood by his side, supporting him.

Debra suddenly had a bad feeling.

Marion looked at Debra and slowly smirked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I invited you all here today to declare that Marion is my grandson, the sole heir of the Houston family." Caleb coldly glanced at Shelia.

Shelia felt a chill.

"He is not some wild man without upbringing," Caleb said.

Everyone in the room was astonished, and Debra's heart was pounding.

'Something is not right. The timeline has changed. How could this happen?'