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

"Drake's phone," Andrew muttered.

Randy was struck by a realization. "Wow! Debra posted that update using Drake's phone. And she even customized the phone model?"

And Drake didn't notice a thing.

Andrew explained, "Drake isn't a fan of electronic gadgets. He probably doesn't know much about their little features. Debra must have taken advantage of his lack of attention to make the changes, just to let us know that she's using his phone."

Randy mused, "Drake's phone, huh? But even if someone isn't into gadgets, they can't avoid using phones. There might be some important secrets stored on that phone. If we can prove it's Drake's phone, it would confirm that he's behind the abduction. Debra is so smart."

Andrew nodded. "Alright, we've all been at this for days. Let's pack up and catch the earliest flight home."

"Okay."

The next morning, Melody took out a few pieces of jewelry, each of considerable value. Sophie saw it at the door of the bedroom and hurried over with a smile.

"Mrs. Nichols Sr., are you heading out?"

"Take these to the pawnshop. I think they're enough to fetch 30 million dollars."

"But these are your most treasured items."

"It's an important matter. Take care of it quickly. I'll need the cash this afternoon."

Sophie nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

Melody called her back. "Oh, by the way, pawn them at the pawnshop owned by the McKinney Group."

"Huh?" Sophie was puzzled.

Melody had never liked the McKinney Group.

"Smaller pawnshops can't give me that much cash. I've heard the McKinney Group offers better prices. Also, these jewels are well-known among wealthy ladies. If I pawn them with my name attached, it could cause rumors. People might think the Nichols Group is out of money."

"Understood."

"Good. Go ahead."

Melody sighed as she looked at the

nearly could

е

pty jewelry box. But if this

Debra's life, she was more

than willing to part with novBelongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Once Debra was dead, she'd reclaim her stash anyway. In the end, she wouldn't lose anything.

Meanwhile, Drake's ship had been

drifting on the sea for two days. Debra was leaning over the raikof

the deck, unable to suppress the nausea any longer.

Lara patted her back. "Ms. Frazier, the doctor said you haven't fully recovered yet, and now you're seasick. Why don't you take medicine?" Debra waved her hand. "I'm okay."

She had taken so many pills these past few days she was about to throw up just at the sight of them.

"But you look so pale..."

"I'm not dying. Besides, we're about to dock."

Just then, a deep voice sounded from not far away. "Who told you we were docking?"