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

"Sir, she's arrogant. We should just toss her into the sea and feed the sharks," Peter said.

Debra's provocations had long irritated him.

"Shut up!" Drake silenced him with a glare.

Debra was betting on the fact that Drake had something to do with the car accident that killed her and Marion's parents.

If that were true, Drake would be after the supposed treasure of Seamar City, a secret guarded by the Four Great Families. Now, with the Fraizer family fallen, she was the last living heiress. He couldn't afford to kill her just yet.

Seeing the defiant look in her eyes, Drake let out a bitter laugh before releasing her throat.

"You're a clever woman. I like that," he said.

Debra let out a small sigh of relief.

Drake turned to a maid nearby and instructed, "Prepare a room. Take her there."

"Yes, sir." The maid rushed over, gently helping Debra to her feet.

Exhausted from her ordeal, Debra could barely stand on her own.

Peter watched them leave, his confusion deepening. Not only had Debra not been punished, but now she was being offered a new room.

"Sir, are we really just letting her go?" he asked, scratching his head in disbelief.

Without responding, Drake strode off the deck.

Peter was puzzled. Drake had never gone soft with anyone, not to mention someone so stubborn.

Yet he kept making exceptions for her.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted on the island.

Marion had sealed off the coastline, and rescue teams had been searching the waters for a full day

and night without a trace of Debra.

At the water's edge, Marion pulled off his diving mask, his face exhausted from countless dives.

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Randy approached him, carrying a piece of bread. "You've been at this all day. You need to eat something. You won't have any strength deft to keep searching."

Marion rubbed his temples, his voice strained. "Have your people found anything?"

Randy shook his head. "No, our men and Andrew's crew are all mobilized. But so far, there's no sign of her. I hate to say it, but..."

Randy hesitated, but Marion knew

what he was going to say. It was almost impossible to find someone alive in such vast waters, especially when Drake was involved.

"Mr. Houston. We've got something," someone shouted.

Marion shot to his feet and rushed over, followed by Randy.

Marion had been pushing himself to the limit, diving countless times and going without sleep for a day and a night.

"This is what a fisherman pulled up this morning. It doesn't seem like something ordinary."

The man handed Marion a ring. Marion recognized it instantly. It was the ring he'd placed on Debra's finger.

Marion felt a rush of fear, and his energy drained from his body. His voice trembled as he asked, "Where did they find this?"

"Over in the southeast sector. Our people are already out there searching the area," replied the man.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Randy, sensing the gravity of the moment, waved his hand. "Go on, keep looking."

Marion remained silent. Randy placed a hand on his shoulder. "Marion..."

He wanted to comfort Marion, but there were no words left to say.