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

In the guest room, Lara sat across from Debra, asking, "Ms. Frazier, is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yvonne is dead. Have you heard?" Debra asked pointedly.

Lara stiffened. The news had spread far and wide, and everyone in Orkgate knew about it.

"Yvonne gave up everything for Drake," Debra continued. "She was the heiress to the Sharp family, and Drake killed her without a second thought. If he finds out you're holding evidence against him, what do you think he'll do to you?"

"Drake has established himself here and is practically the Eaton family's son-in-law," Debra explained. "Finding a maid in the Lowe family shouldn't be difficult, but you are a pawn in Drake's hands. He won't let you escape his control easily. That's why I had to take a risk to come here."

Lara hesitated before responding, "Ms. Frazier, did you come here all for that phone?"NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

She extended her hand. "Give me the phone."

Before Lara could respond, the door suddenly burst open, and Drake stormed in.

Debra quickly withdrew her hand, sulking, "Now this is rude."

"Is it?" Drake stepped back, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open again. "Is this polite enough for you?"

Debra was speechless.

Drake approached Lara and ordered, "Get out."

"Yes, boss," Lara replied, casting worried glances back at Debra as she left the room.

Debra frowned. "What do you want with me?"

Drake looked at the food on Debra's tray and snorted, "You're eating better than I am." "All thanks to your generous arrangements," Debra replied.

"I'm just afraid you can't handle fine dining," Drake smirked. "Kale, take the food away. From now on, Mrs. Houston will only be served bread and pickles. She loves them

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As the food was taken away, Debra scoffed, "This is childish."

Drake sat down on the sofa across from her. "Childish or not, you deceived me, and I'm going to make sure you're uncomfortable."

"I admit I deceived you, but it was for self-preservation," Debra said. "Besides, haven't you already gotten your revenge?"

She extended her arm. "If you're still angry, you can give me another shot."

Drake sneered at the sight of her smooth arm. "Do you think I'm stupid? You need my new drug to manage your addiction. I'm not going to give you a free dose."

"You're hard to fool," Debra said,

withdrawing her arm. "But I'm here

now, and know my life is in your hands. You can do whatever you want with me, as long as you provide me with the drug regularly."

Drake raised an eyebrow at her straightforward request.

Drake knew that Debra wouldn't be able to resist the agony of withdrawal.

"I can give you what you need," he said, "but you must do as I say. Whatever I ask, you must do."

Debra looked at him sincerely. "If I

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chose to come with you without resistance, doesn't that mean I've made my decision? You and I are the same kind. I married Marion for a better life. And if someone ever pointed a gun at my head, I'd choose

tosave myself, even if it meant leaving Marion behind."