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



Chapter 593

Debra took a couple of steps back and asked casually, "How about we just chat for a bit?"

"Chat..." Juan started to respond but hesitated.

He wasn't exactly the best at small talk. Still, with Debra in front of him, the only thing running through his mind was the question he always wanted to ask. "What is going on between you and Marion now?"

Instead, he said, "How have you been lately?"

"Good," Debra answered without much thought. "And you?"

"Not so good."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at his blunt answer. Pausing, she glanced up at the camera and said, "Cut that part out. I'll ask again."

Playing it cool, she repeated the question, "So, how have you been lately?"

Watching her busy herself with cooking, Juan realized she was just trying to get some material for the show. He let out a soft laugh and replied, "Great."

"Good to hear," Debra said, turning her attention back to the stew.

The day had slipped by, and the sky would darken in a few hours. According to the production team, the night sky by the coast here was supposed to be stunning.

Later, Debra and Juan sat outside on the porch, the cool sea breeze brushing their faces. Juan thoughtfully draped a blanket over her shoulders.

Inside the production tent, the team couldn't help but smile at the peaceful scene on the monitor.

One of the crew members glanced at the phone buzzing on the table and quickly called out to the director. "Boss, someone's calling you."

The director rushed over, seeing an unknown number flashing on the screen.

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"Marion Houston."

The director didn't even pause before hanging up. A nearby staff member blinked in confusion.

"Who was that? Why'd you hang up?"

"Some scam call. Not worth answering."

There was no way someone like Marion would ever call a nobody like him. 'The scammers these days are getting ridiculous,' he thought.

At home, Marion stared at his phone, his face darkening. Randy noticed Marion's expression and cleared his throat.

"See, this is why you should've let me handle it. I've got secretaries who could've made that call. You dial someone up out of the blue like that, and they're gonna think it's a scam."

Marion shot him a glare. 'Book me a ticket to the island."

"No can do," Randy responded seriously. "Andrew made it clear. You're not allowed to fly over, no matter what." Marion's gaze grew even colder as he asked icily, "Who are you more afraid of? Andrew or me?"

Randy swallowed hard. In terms of scheming and power, he was terrified of Andrew. But in terms of sheer physical force? Marion scared him more.

With a nervous laugh, Randy tried to reason with him. 'Come on, man, don't get all worked up. You trust Debra, don't you? She's not the type to cast."

"Cast?"

Randy fumbled for better wording. "Uh, rekindle an old flame?"

"Rekindle an old flame?"

Marion's voice dropped dangerously low as his hand gripped Randy's shoulder. "You have ten minutes to get me that plane ticket, or else..."