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

He needed to make sure Debra was safe.

Just then, the butler burst into the room, panic written all over his face. "Mr. Houston, Mr. Osborne, something's happened."

He rarely lost his cool like this, and Marion could sense the gravity of the situation. He immediately rose to his feet and headed toward Andrew's study.

Inside, Andrew looked grim. As soon as Marion entered, he said, "Call your people. Have them here immediately."

"What happened?"

"Drake has arrived."

The tension in the room skyrocketed.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Randy asked, frowning deeply.

"I underestimated how much a pull Debra has on Drake. He's treating her like his next prey. The production team said they spotted two men, carrying backpacks, heading into the restricted area," Andrew replied. Marion's fury flared. "If you knew something was off, why didn't you stop them?"

"The production team didn't realize there was a problem. That area is usually off-limits to anyone, and they only purchase the rights to a small portion. Those guys slipped past the boundary. They had no way to intervene," Andrew explained. Losing no time, Marion turned to Randy. "Call our people."

"I'm on it," Randy replied, already reaching for his phone.

Marion bolted down the stairs, with Randy chasing after him. "Marion, grab some survival gear at least."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

That was a restricted area. If they weren't careful, they could die out there.

Paying no heed, Marion snatched up his car keys and sped toward the island.

Debra and Juan reached the first

supply station. It was a small tent

set up by the production te tepel

stocked with energy drinks from sponsors.

After taking a short break, Debra turned away from the camera and coughed.

Juan immediately noticed. "Your cold hasn't cleared up yet, has it?"

"It's nothing serious. I took some medicine before we left. A little sweat today will do me good," Debra said, though her face was flushed.

Juan stepped closer and reached out to feel her forehead. Debra quickly pulled away, insisting, "I'm really fine."

"You're still sick. Why did you even come to shoot this show?" he sulked.

Debra sighed. "I didn't want to slow everyone down. Besides, it's only two days and one night. At this pace, we'll reach the finish line by tonight,

and can rest properly then.`

"You..."

Q.UMS

"Guys, the director's about to switch cameras to you," the cameraman interrupted.

Juan had no choice but to step back. He asked the cameraman, "Do you have your phone with you?" "Yeah, but..."

"Call the production team. We're not making it to the finish line."

Debra frowned. "Juan, what are you..."

Juan cut her off. "I'm just telling them we're not finishing the racez Let the others have the prize. I'll walk with you for a while, but if you get tired, we turn back immediately."

Debra fell silent, considering his words. Juan turned to the cameraman again.

"This doesn't break any rules, right?"