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

"Just now, when Melody came by, his car was already waiting downstairs."

Debra was stunned, not expecting Andrew to show up so soon.

"Madam?" Ben called out.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Debra gave a helpless sigh and got up from her seat. "Alright, I'm heading down."

Andrew's luxury car was unmistakably parked near the entrance. Debra opened the car door, assuming it was just the driver inside.

To her shock, Andrew was seated there in the back. The air between them immediately thickened with awkwardness.

"Mr. Andrew Potter, you're here in person?" She laughed drily.

From what she knew, Andrew was always swamped with work. 'What on earth made him come here at this hour?'

A faint smile played on Andrew's lips. "The doctor suggested I get some fresh air. But judging by your expression, it seems you weren't expecting or wanting me to show up."

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Andrew's smile deepened. "Get in the car."

"Alright," she muttered, biting back a sigh.

She climbed in and sat next to him, her unease only growing. Every time she was near Andrew, her nerves were on high alert. It probably had something to do with the fact that their first encounter had been bloody. "Ben must've informed you about your debut."

"Yes, he did."

"I thought he might not explain it properly, so I figured I'd save you the trouble and discuss it myself. Convenient, right?"

Debra's eye's flickered at the

contract lying across his lap. She

forced a smile, though her mind was spinning.

Now this didn't look like a drop-in. It was more of an ambush, a way of backing her into a corner.

She knew what was going on, and playing dumb was sometimes the only strategy.

"I appreciate you coming all this way. I would've come to you about the debut matter soon enough."

"I thought the same thing, but I knew it wouldn't be today."

Debra felt like she was sitting across from a chess grandmaster while she was still learning the rules of

checkers. Every move she madenet

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Andrew was ten steps ahead, reading her intentions like am open book.

"So, when are you thinking about having me debut? And in which sector?"

"I think you'd make a great actress. It's a perfect fit for you."

"Why is that?"

"I've seen your acting skills firsthand. Very impressive."

Debra felt the sting of his words but kept a polite smile plastered on her face. Deep down, she knew he was doing this on purpose, pushing her buttons just for the fun of it.

Just as she was contemplating how to respond, Andrew pulled out another document from beneath the contract.

"What's this?"

"Your movie contracts."

"You want me to star in a movie already? Just like that?"

"You're Mrs. Nichols. That's the kind of treatment you deserve."