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

Before Garland could voice the question in his mind, heavy footsteps echoed from outside the door.

Moments later, Marion came in. His clothes were covered in dirt, and his face was etched with exhaustion.

Debra rushed over, her concern evident. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Marion replied, shaking his head.

"Nothing?" Randy interjected. "Look at yourself. And you've been out of contact all night."

Marion looked up and saw Barton coming down the stairs. "I got ambushed on my way back from the office."

"It must have taken quite a few people to stall you," Randy mused.

It was the first time Marion had been delayed for so long, without even a chance to answer his phone.

Marion's gaze remained fixed on Barton. "Four vans. About 100 men."

Randy gasped, "Crazy! Luckily, you managed to fight your way out of that."

Marion didn't respond, but Debra frowned. "They came after us not long ago, and the second wave came so fast. How did you get out of there?"

She wasn't surprised that Marion could handle a dozen people, but 100? That seemed impossible.

"I'm tired," Marion said quietly. "I'll explain upstairs."

"I'll help you up," Debra said, supporting him as they headed to the second floor.

"Hey, we'd like to hear it too," Randy called after them.

Once inside their room, Debra locked the door and asked, "Who was it? Who sent those men after you?"

Marion hadn't been injured despite

facing so many people, which struck her as odd. She'd held back her questions earlier, not wanting to press him in front of everyone and expose his lies.

Marion sighed and revealed, "It was Andrew."

As soon as she heard the answer, she flung open the door and marched straight to Andrew's room.

"Debra," Marion called out, trying to stop her.

Those on the second floor were surprised to see Debra in such a fury.

Erica muttered, "Did she go into the wrong room?"

Inside his room, Andrew sat calmly in front of a chessboard.

Debra looked at him and laughed coldly, "Quite the spirit."

Andrew looked up from the chessboard and smiled, "You

Sorse than yesterday. Didnel Ast

well?"

Debra scoffed, "Care to change your trick a bit?"

He had faked illness every time, and somehow, it had always worked.noveldrama

Andrew raised a finger and smiled, "Heard of The Boy Who Cried Wolf?" "Oh, are you telling me a story now?" Debra crossed her arms.

Andrew's smile didn't falter. "Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy. He was bored while watching his sheep, so he decided to play a prank He shouted, 'Wolf! Wolf! The villagers dropped everything and rushed to help, only to find out the boy had lied. The second time, he played the same trick, and again, the villagers came running. This time, they were furious to be deceived. Finally, a real wolf came. The boy cried for help, louder than ever, but no one came. He and his sheep were left to the wolf."