Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 958

Debra scoffed, "That's a bit rude. She's your fiancée?"

Drake shrugged. "Business arrangement. No feelings involved."

"Aren't you straightforward?" Debra snorted, her gaze flickering to the group of journalists. "But if you plan to use the Lowe family to outmaneuver Marion, I'd save myself the trouble if I were you."

"Doubting my capability?" Drake leaned in. "You played me so many times. I've been kind enough not to hold it against you. But today, you'll bear witness to how I take everything Marion holds dear."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't come here to see you win anything."

"Oh? Then why are you here?"

"To watch you make a fool of yourself."

...

In the center of the banquet hall, the host took the stage and enthusiastically began introducing the evening's main event: Drake's engagement with Cathryn.

The reporters sprang into action, publishing the news on various platforms.

As the host's voice echoed through the room, Drake handed his champagne glass to Debra. "Watch closely. Everything Marion has will soon be mine."

With calm confidence, he strode toward the stage. Cathryn joined him halfway, slipping her arm around his.

Debra glanced at her watch, patiently waiting for the show to begin.

She had orchestrated this moment meticulously. The gamble she had proposed to Liza and the measures to prevent Liza from meeting Cathryn were all leading up to this.

An hour ago, she'd leaked the venue address to Liza, knowing full well what would happen next.

And, as expected, just as Cathryn and Drake ascended the stage, the doors to the banquet hall burst open, followed by heavy, purposeful footsteps.

Debra looked over and saw a man standing in the doorway.

He was clad in a perfectly tailored suit. His sharp eyes were glinting behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Garland!" Liza stomped her foot in frustration.

Garland surveyed the room, his gaze pausing briefly on Debra. But he quickly moved on, focusing on Drake and Cathryn.

With a measured, deliberate tone, he spoke. "Mr. Lowe, getting engaged is a major event. Yet you didn't even inform us. That was a bit unceremonious."

There was an undercurrent of accusation in his words, and the room fell silent under their weight.

Debra was lost in thought. The way he spoke felt oddly familiar.