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

"Haven't they arrived yet?" Drake grunted.

Kale shifted uncomfortably. "I've sent someone to notify Mr. Eaton, but it seems he has his own agenda." "What the hell?" Drake's face darkened. "Are they playing games with me?"

Kale quickly reassured him, "They don't dare, sir, given the fact that Miss Eaton is going to marry you." Drake scoffed, "Because of marriage, huh?"

He could sense their arrogance. They acted like marrying their daughter to him was some big favor.

"Tell them this," Drake snarled. "If Fermin doesn't show up tonight, the engagement is off." Kale paled. "Sir, don't be impulsive."

The Eaton family was old and influential, with complex networks of power. Although Drake had surpassed the previous head of the Lowe family, he was still young, and no one knew how deep the Eatons' influence ran. Offending these people could seriously impact their future business.

Drake tugged at his tie, irritated about Fermin's lack of respect.

"What about McKinney Group?"

"I heard Mr. McKinney is attending tonight."

"Tracy knows what's good for him."

In Seamar City, Tracy was a mysterious figure. Recently, there had been rumors that the McKinney Group was owned by Michael. Drake had looked into Michael's background and confirmed that the rumors were false.

He was confident that Tracy wouldn't dare reject his invitation.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Sir, they're here."

"Fermin?"

"No, it's Ms. Frazier."

"Debra?"

He hadn't sent her an invitation, but here she was, showing up uninvited. That was a pleasant surprise.

"Is Marion with her?"

"No, she came alone."

"Quite bold, showing up alone," Drake muttered, preparing to leave the room.

Kale quickly stopped him. "Fermin hasn't arrived yet. You can't show yourself too early, boss."

Drake brushed him off. "If Fermin

doesn't respect me, why should

care about him? The Eaton fannet

reach doesn't scare me."

He stormed out of the room, leaving Kale sighing in his wake. 'Mr. Lowe hasn't been himself lately. He seems to be less calm and more impulsive. All of this seems to revolve around Debra. Is it because she is Marion's woman? Or is there more to it?'

Downstairs, all eyes were on Debra as she made her grand entrance.

Dressed in a burgundy dress, with vintage red lips and her hair styled in

soft waves, she looked like she get

owned the place.