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

The room buzzed with heated voices, each one vying to be heard ove

the others.

"Exactly! We still haven't gotten to the bottom of the incident where Ms. Frazier fell into the sea. How do we know if the Nichols family didn't orchestrate it to make way for that mistress?"

"If it weren't for Ms. Frazier, do you think we'd even consider working with the Nichols family?"

"And you have the nerve to stage this banquet to humillate us? Is this how the Nichols family treats its associates?"

The shouts echoed through the grand hall. Debra observed the scene unfold with a keen eye.

She had orchestrated this chaos, and if it hadn't escalated, her elaborate plan would have been in vain. Juan's gaze shifted to Debra, realization dawning on him. This chaos was all her doing. Joe was struggling to manage the situation. Juan had hoped to use the banquet to mend his relationship with Debra and create a public image of harmony to stabilize the market.

But Melody's interference, bringing Shelia along, had derailed his plans. It only served to escalate the conflict with the Frazier family and throw everything into disarray.

Melody, for her part, looked troubled. She had never been spoken to with such disrespect, and she hadn't anticipated her words would provoke such fury. For a moment, she was at a loss. Seeing that the situation was under control, Debra slowly stood up and walked to the center of the hall. Her voice clear and commanding, she addressed the room, "I think this banquet is no longer worth attending." The senior management stood behind her, a united front backing her up.

Juan finally realized the truth. At some point, Debra had taken full control of the Frazier family. She was no longer the woman who had followed him around.

Debra smiled slightly, "Since the Nichols family is showing no sincerity, there's no need for this cooperation. Mr. Nichols, let's settle the divorce quickly. Otherwise, the child won't even be registered properly." Her words were laced with layers of meaning, each one a carefully aimed barb.

Juan pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed on Debra, searching for any trace of the love she had once shown him.

Debra waved her hand dismissively and said to her team, "Let's go."

With that, she turned and walked away. The senior management followed her, and soon, most of the guests had left the banquet hall, leaving it eerily quiet.

Michael was the last to leave. He paused at the door, giving Juan a look filled with mockery and scor before disappearing into the night.

Juan's face darkened. Melody, seething with anger, turned to him.

"The Frazier family is a bunch of savages. You shouldn't have felt sorry for them and cooperated with them. Not only did they not appreciate it, but they also dared to refuse to cooperate. I say, cancel this partnership and divorce Debra as soon as possible." "Grandma, don't you understand yet?"

"Understand what?"

Juan sighed. "This cooperation was Debra's charity to me."

Unwilling to argue with his grandmother, Juan left without saying another word.

Melody stood there, stunned, processing Juan's words,

"What?" She muttered, turning to Shelia. "What does he mean by that?"This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.