Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 812

The maid shuffled her feet, wringing her hands.

"It's Miss Blair."

"You mean Shelia?"

"Yes."

The news hung in the air like a bad smell. Everyone in Seamar City knew about the sordid love triangle between Shelia, Debra, and Juan. Shelia's visit couldn't be anything good.

"Should I send her away for you?" asked the maid.

"No need." Debra set down her spoon. "Let her wait in the hall. I'll be there soon."

"Yes, Ms. Frazier."

Once the maid left, Debra resumed her breakfast, taking her time to savor each spoonful. If Shelia was here to stir the pot, she wasn't going to rise to the bait.

In any case, Shelia wouldn't dare kick up a fuss at the Potter Mansion.

Shelia sauntered into the grand hall, trailed by a couple of beefy bodyguards. Her eyes widened as she drank in the opulence. The Nichols family had wealth, sure, but this was a whole different ball game.

Located in the city center, it couldn't be bought with just money. She felt a bitter taste in her mouth, unhappy that Debra had all the luck.

"Miss Blair, please wait for a while. Ms. Frazier will be here in a minute," said the maid politely.

Only then did Debra make her entrance, descending the staircase like a queen. Her voice was as cold and distant as a winter's breeze. "Uninvited guests have no right to complain about hospitality. You really don't have any manners, Miss Blair."

Shelia's eyes blazed with anger as she realized that Debra had deliberately kept her waiting.

She smirked, "Well, if it isn't Ms. Frazier. You gave up being Mrs. Houston to shack up with Andrew. How the mighty have fallen."

Debra brushed off the insult like lint from her sleeve. "It seems you have nothing to say. Security, show her out."

The security team rushed inside, surrounding Shelia and her bodyguards.

Shelia, cornered and furious, played her trump card. "I'm here on behalf of Melody. You lay a finger on me, and the Nichols family won't stand for it."