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

Shelia had always dreamed of entering this classroom, but Debra seemed to have effortlessly gained admission.

With that thought in mind, Shella acted involuntarily, opening the classroom door.

Her action caught everyone's attention. Randy glanced over, feeling the person at the door looked familiar. Shelia recognized Randy from the auction, where he had helped Debra. "Which class are you from?" Randy asked, puzzled.

Debra also noticed Shelia at the door.

Startled by her own action, Shelia blurted out, "Sorry, wrong classroom."

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As the door closed, Shelia's heart pounded.

The lecturer hadn't recognized her just now, but she knew him, Randy Osborne, the CEO of Osborne Corporation.

They had met before, but he didn't remember her at all.

It showed how insignificant she was in these rich people's minds.

Inside the classroom, laughter erupted from Randy's joke, but to Shelia, it sounded like mocking.

She turned, fleeing in shame and indignation.

Debra didn't believe Shella had entered the classroom by mistake, but her mind was preoccupied with something else. Somehow, the trajectory of her fate seemed to have veered off course.

"Debra!" Randy suddenly called out on the podium. Debra snapped out of her thoughts. "What's wrong?" "Class is over. What's on your mind?" Randy said. Debra glanced around. Indeed, no one else remained.

"Well then, Mr. Osborne," Debra said, rising to her feet.

Randy stopped her, handing over a box of medicine from his pocket. "This special medicine works better than what's in that drawer," "You got this for me?"

"Juan arranged for you to take leave, and I happened to have this medicine. Aren't you sick? Better take it now."

Randy was not good at lying, and Debra immediately saw through his façade.

Needless to say, it was given by Marion.

"Pass on my gratitude to Marion."

Debra took the medicine and left the classroom.

It was only then that Randy understood what she meant. He scratched his head. "Damn, am I that bad at acting?"

As dusk fell, Debra left the school campus. Colleen Wagner, a classmate, approached and patted her on the shoulder. "Hey!"

A bit older than Debra, Colleen was beautiful and appeared to be well-off.

Debra was taken aback. "What's up?"

"You're Debra, right? I know you. Wanna hang out tonight?"

Debra was about to decline when she spotted a black convertible not far away.

She had seen this car before.

"Sure, where to?" Debra wanted to see what Colleen, who had deliberately sought her out, was up to. "Come with me." Colleen took Debra's hand, showing an unusual level of intimacy.

In this entire graduate class, everyone was from the upper echelons of society, and interpersonal relationships were complex.

Debra had indiscriminately investigated everyone, assuming they had done the same.