Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right is the best current series by the author Cozy Season. The Chapter 724 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 724 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
Juan's lips quirked into a brief smile. "Sure. Whatever you want."
Shelia blushed, feeling a rush of triumph, but their moment was interrupted when the door creaked open again.
Joe stepped inside cautiously, only to freeze under Juan's steely gaze.
"What's so urgent that you forgot how to knock?" Juan's voice cut through the air like a blade.
Joe stiffened. "I apologize, sir, but there's an issue at the Houston family's engagement party."
Her interest piqued, Shelia asked, "What happened?"
Joe replied, "It seems Mr. Houston and Ms. Frazier are missing."
"Missing? How is that possible?" Shelia said, observing Juan's expression.
But he remained unruffled. "So what? It's not our concern."
"Understood."
"You can go."
"Yes, sir."
Once Joe left, Shelia asked tentatively, "Debra is missing. Do you not care at all?"
Juan replied indifferently, "She's no one to me. Why should I?"
Shelia's heart soared, her face lighting up with joy as she leaned into him, whispering, "I knew it. You're the best."
But as she nestled against him, she failed to notice the brief, chilling darkness that flickered in Juan's eyes.
At the airport, a frantic search was underway.
"Yes, do it."
Debra struggled, but Drake didn't give her the chance. He removed the syringe and injected its contents into her body.
Her vision blurred almost instantly, the world around her distorting.
This wasn't just sedation. It was something far more sinister.
"Let's see how capable Marion's woman is," Drake smirked.
Debra's pupils constricted, and she slumped in the chair, unable to move a muscle.
Before her eyes, one scene after another played out. She seemed to be back in that cold operating room, like a lamb to the slaughter.
The doctor held an ice-cold scalpel, slowly approaching her. A voice, distant yet unmistakably close, whispered in her ear, "Are you scared? If you beg for mercy, I might let you go. Beg me, Debra."
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