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

Marion frowned, his sharp eyes catching something off. "No, this isn't right." "What's wrong?" Randy asked, confused.

"This ring is so small. How could it have been pulled up with a fishing net?"

A ring like that should have sunk to the bottom of the water, impossible to retrieve by chance. It seemed more like someone had deliberately placed it there, making sure it would be found. Marion's instincts flared, and he said, "Where's the fisherman who found this ring? Bring him to me."

"Right away," Randy stammered, finally realizing Marion was right.

It was highly unlikely that a small ring could be caught in a fishing net, and even if it were, no ordinary fisherman would willingly hand over such a valuable item.

Before long, the fisherman was brought before Marion by Randy's men. Looking at the trembling fisherman, Marion held up the ring. "Who told you to give this ring to me?"

The fisherman's hands shook as he avoided Marion's gaze. "I-I found it. Just pulled it from the sea."

"Still lying, huh? Fine." Debra raised his hand, prepared to force the truth out of the man.

"Marion, stop," Randy intervened, trying to calm the situation. "Let's talk to him, alright?"

Marion paused, though his expression was still dark. Randy stepped forward, pulling a photo of Drake from his pocket. He held it up to the fisherman. "Was it this man who sent you to bring the ring?" The fisherman's eyes flickered with fear at the sight of the photo.

"You don't have to answer that," Randy said softly. "Just tell me. Is she still alive?"

The fisherman hesitated, his gaze bouncing nervously between Marion and Randy. Finally, with great reluctance, he nodded.

"Debra is alive," Randy muttered in relief.

But their joy was short-lived as reality sank back in. If Debra wasz alive, it meant she was in Drake's hands now. And knowing that monster, being alive might be worse than death. en FindNovelAll content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Randy saw the light dimming from Marion's eyes. "What do we do now?"

Marion's jaw clenched, his expression turning icy once again. "We got her back."

...

Debra woke up in a cold sweat, her body trembling from the lingering terror of the nightmare she'd just escaped. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. At least, she was still alive.

It was the middle of the night, and despite everything, Drake had arranged for her to stay in a cleaner room. The small space had some basic comforts, including a round window that allowed her a view of the outside.

A maid outside heard the movement and knocked on the door. "Ms. Frazier, is everything alright?"

Debra was about to send the maid away when something made her pause. Her fingers brushed against her left hand where her ring should've been.

Panic shot through her veins as she quickly turned on the light and began frantically searching on the bed. That ring had been a gift from Marion.

Without thinking, she rushed to the door and flung it open. The maid was startled. "Ms. Frazier, what happened?"

"My things. Where are they?"

"Your clothes were soaked. Mr. Lowe ordered us to throw them away."

"Then where's my ring?"

"Ring?"

Debra's chest tightened as an ominous thought crossed her mind.

Drake had taken her ring to use it as leverage against Marion or Juan.