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

"Run! Little lambs!"

The deranged laughter of the mercenaries echoed through the air, followed by the deafening sound of gunfire.

Debra had already forgotten about the sharp pain in her ankle as she sprinted for her life.

"Hold on to me. Don't let go!" Juan shouted, pulling her along as they raced through the dark cave.

There was light ahead, but she could feel Juan was slowing down.

"Juan, we're almost there."

But suddenly, a low grunt of pain made her come to a halt. She turned around and saw that Juan's leg had been shot.

"Juan!" Debra's voice cracked with panic, but there was no time to process the shock. The mercenaries were closing in on them.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Supporting Juan, Debra looked back at the approaching men, her gaze cold and steady.

"Are you sent by Drake?" she asked through clenched teeth.

The two mercenaries exchanged glances. They didn't say a word, but their expressions confirmed her suspicions.

Eyeing the guns they held, Debra forced herself to keep calm. "Drake enjoys his little hunting games, right? I'm the prey, not him. Let him go. He has nothing to do with this." "Debra, no," Juan growled through the pain, clenching his teeth.

She cut him off. "I never liked you, Juan. I don't want to owe you anything. Besides..."

She paused, her thoughts drifting back to that dream. If that vision had been true, then Juan wasn't the one who had killed her in her previous life.

For the past year, she had inflicted enough damage on both him and the Nichols Group.

Debra turned to the mercenaries and said, "You should know that the person beside me is Juan. His identity speaks for itself. If you harm him, the Nichols family will hunt you down no matter where you are am the heiress to the Fraizer family, but my family is bankrupt. Killing me would be easy for you, but killing him would bring trouble to the Lowe family."

Juan's face twisted with pain and fury. "If you're going to kill someone, kill us both. Because if I survive, I will make sure neither of you do."

"Shut up!" Debra snapped at him.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can take on Drake? Don't forget, we're divorced. I've got a new boyfriend. Now my life or death has nothing to do with you."

"Debra..."

"Shut up!" one of the mercenaries barked, raising his gun and pointing it at Debra. His tone was harsh and mechanical. "Behind you is the ocean. Jump, and we'll let him live."

Juan tightened his grip on Debra's wrist. "If you jump, I swear I'll kill Marion. You hear me?" Debra let out a soft, bitter laugh. "What are you even saying? Don't you know who your enemy is?"

She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "Avenge me."

Before he could respond, Debra pulled away and headed toward the exit of the cave.

The cliff outside was around 50 feet high, with waves crashing below.

"Juan, remember what I said," she muttered.