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

"Are you really planning to choose a new manager from those people?"

"I won't choose any of them."

"Then why did you..."

Debra stopped mid-sentence, realizing Marion's true intention. He was setting them up to kill each other. They would all die fighting for the manager's position.

"Ha, I told you not to kill anyone, and you found a way to make others do the dirty work?"

"Darling, you've got me all wrong. If they didn't have those greedy thoughts, they wouldn't have acted. Such people deserve to die."

He held out his hands, showing them to her. "My hands are clean. I haven't done anything bad."

"You're still talking." Debra playfully poked his forehead.

Marion smiled and took her hand. "I know. Don't worry. I've made sure no one will die."

"That's more like it," Debra said, satisfied.

She understood that in Marion's position, many things were beyond his control. But she hoped he could minimize the bloodshed, so they could have a peaceful life together. "Where are we going next?" she asked.

"I'm taking you to a show," he said, leading her to the car.

In his office, Parker was holding a blonde in his arms. Parker, in his forties and balding, looked like a respectable man, but his expression was lecherous as he pinned the woman to his desk. "Mr. Orrell, not here during the day," the secretary protested.

Unfazed, Parker groped her. "Who cares? The whole company is mine. Who dares to say otherwise?"

Suddenly, the office door was booted open.

Furious at the interruption, Parker shouted, "Who is it? Do you want to die?"

"It's me," Marion said coldly, stepping into the office with Debra.

"Mr. Houston?" He paled instantly,, pushing the secretary away. "You should have informed me of your arrival. I would have arranged a proper pickup."

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"No need to dress up. You look better naked," Marion said, sitting down on the sofa with Debra.

Parker looked up, stunned by Debra's beauty. He had seen

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none compared to her.

"Mr. Orrell, you keep staring at me. Is there something on my face?" Debra blinked.

Parker felt his knees go weak. "Mr. Houston, who is this lady?"

"My wife," Marion replied.

Parker's lustful thoughts vanished instantly. He had heard of their engagement not long ago. Unaware of his trouble, he flattered them, "You two make such a perfect couple. Truly enviable."