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

"Who knows if you can become Mrs. Nichols? Paying upfront is our standard procedure here," sneered the man, his voice dripping with malice. "Not a cent less. Otherwise, I'll cut your fingers off one by one."

Shelia panicked, speaking with feigned composure. "I only have 100 thousand dollars on me right now. But don't you know about the Nichols family? If you kill me, you're killing their future heir in my wom

Her words made the man hesitate. Shelia pressed her advantage and continued, "Think about it. Juan and his wife have long been at odds. As soon as you take care of her, I can leverage my pregnancy to become Mrs. Nichols. How much more money would that bring you? I promise you, once I marry Juan, I'll give you not just one million dollars, but two million."

"Words are cheap. You must sign and seal," he said, taking out a document from his pocket.

One of his accomplices scribbled something on it and placed it before. Shelia. She scanned the paper, her face turning pale as she read the stark words. It explicitly stated that failure to pay on time would result in her life as repayment.

A chill ran down her spine, but she steeled herself. To kill Debra would require a hefty investment. High risks yielded high returns. That was what she'd learned over the years.

With a determined hand, she quickly signed and sealed the document.

Nearby, Clarissa trembled, her eyes wide with fear. Shelia was literally staking her life. A misstep could cost them everything.

"Shelia, where did you get 100 thousand dollars?"

was already a huge sum beyond their ability to raise. Shelia pulled

open a drawer and took out a bundle of money. She handed it to the

three men before her.

Clarissa hurried over, trying to stop her. "No, that's my life savings. How could you use it?"

Shelia held Clarissa back and spoke to the three men. "Take it. I want Debra to die as soon as possible,"C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

The three men exchanged glances and left the room.

Clarissa tried to chase after them, but Shelia shoved her to the ground," It's just 100 thousand dollars. Once I become Mrs. Nichols, money will be no object. Do you want to clear your gambling debts or not?" Clarissa instantly fell silent. To raise enough money to save her life, she could only rely on Shelia.

With a trembling voice, she said, "If you can't become Mrs. Nichols, then

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Shelia cut her off, her eyes gleaming with cold determination. "I'm carrying Juan's child. With Debra gone, I will become Mrs. Nichols."

Later that evening, Debra's phone buzzed with a message,

Juan: [Get ready, Someone is coming to pick you up.)

Debra: [Where to?]

There was no reply. Despite her confusion, she cleaned up and left the house to find a black car waiting outside. To her surprise, it wasn't Joe who stepped out of the vehicle.