Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right
Chapter 805

Drake let out a low hum, piecing together the fragments. "So, Shelia's your rival in love? You are jealous of her and hate her alliance."

"Jealous?" Debra shot him an incredulous look. "How did you get that idea?"

"Then why else would you be so upset over Edgar's connection to her?" Drake pressed, still toying with the notion.

Debra, exasperated by his assumption, sulked, "Anyway, Shelia was my ex-husband's mistress. She's always been out to get me, so naturally, anyone associated with her is an enemy in my book." Drake's lips curved into a slow smile. "Well then, consider Edgar out of luck. I won't be helping him."

"Really?" "Yeah."

"You're this agreeable?"

"What, you don't trust me? I can walk right out of here and make that deal with him if you'd prefer."

"Wait." Debra nearly jumped up, seeing his playful smirk. "Fine. Go ahead. But don't come crying to me when you lose money."

She flopped back onto the bed. Drake finally dropped the act. "Get some rest. After all, you're my employee now. I expect you to be sharp."

Just then, the door swung open, and Lara stepped in. "Boss, the doctor's here."

"Have him check on Ms. Frazier's wounds. They've been soaked for too long. They could get infected," Drake instructed before looking back at Debra. "And don't forget the test tomorrow." Once he left, Debra tossed a pillow at the door in frustration. "Telling me to rest while also expecting me to study all night? This is crazy."

Lara led

doctor in. "Mr. Lowe is

just looking out for you. He's never

shown

this much care for anyone

before."

Debra scoffed, "Care? He's not interested in me."

SWOO

She knew Drake's concern wasn't personal. It was all about his rivalry with Marion. She was just another pawn in his grand game, and his interest wasn't affection. It was manipulation.

The doctor walked up, and Debra stiffened at the sight of his face.

"Ms. Frazier?" Lara noticed her reaction and asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

Debra shook her head quickly. "I'm just hungry. Could you make me something to eat?"

"Sure thing. Dr. William, please tend to Ms. Frazier's injuries," Lara replied.

William gave a polite nod, looking every bit like a refined gentleman Once Lara was gone, he let out a sigh of relief, pulling down his mask. This undercover action was a bit thrilling for a doctor.

Debra hissed under her breath, "Why are you here?"

The last time they met, she had asked him to leave with Marion.

"Marion sent me back to check on you. He's worried sick," William replied. "I'm glad to see you fine."

Debra showed him her bruised arms. "Do I still look fine now?"

William winced. "I need to ask you a favor, Ms. Frazier."

"What kind?"

"Don't let Marion see these injuries. He'll kill me."