Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 586

Last night, Debra caught Ashley trying to drug her drink. She confronted Ashley, laying out all the risks and consequences, but Ashley, blinded by her desire to get close to Drake, drank the spiked wine anyway.

After they changed clothes in the restroom, Ashley was immediately whisked away by Peter's people.

Debra had assumed Ashley got what she wanted, but now she was dead.

A chill ran down Debra's spine. If she had been the one taken to Drake's room last night, she might have met the same fate.

"Madam?" Ben pushed the door open and, noticing her pale expression, asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

"No, it's nothing," Debra replied, rubbing her temples and closing the news tab.

"Mr. Houston has been waiting downstairs for a while now. Should I let him up?"

"Are you his employee or mine? Why are you speaking up for him?"

"It's just that he's been down there for a while, and a lot of our employees have noticed."

"So? It's not the first time he's come by."

"He brought a car full of flowers this time."

Now Ben had Debra's attention. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains. From her vantage point, she could see Marion standing beside a convertible, its backseat overflowing with flowers. A small crowd had gathered to snap pictures.

Debra's face darkened. Marion stood there, utterly shameless.

"For the sake of our company's image, maybe..."

"He can stand there all he wants. It's not my reputation on the line."

Debra sat back down at her desk, though it was clear her mind wasn't on work.

"Tell him to park the car in the lot. All those flowers are way too much."

"Right away, ma'am."

After Ben left, Debra stared out the window again, feeling her frustration build.

Last night, she had gone straight home, leaving Marion standing outside. And now, here he was again, chasing her to the company. If she didn't deal with him soon, he might even show up at the filming location.

That would be a disaster. As she poured herself a glass of water, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around her waist.

Marion pulled her close, his voice rough and pleading. "Debra, don't be mad."

Hearing his pitiful tone, Debra found herself softening, just a little.

"You weren't thinking about that when you were causing trouble last night, were you?" She sulked, slapping his arms away.