Chapter 1852

Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right · Cozy Season

Debra clutched herself protectively. "I'm just a high school student. I thought you were a stand-up guy, but you're trying to drag me to your place and..."

Juan's face darkened. "What kind of man do you take me for?"

"Some old creep who asks a girl to live with him on the first meeting," she muttered.

Juan fought to keep his composure. He couldn't believe that it was something a 17-year-old girl could say.

"Listen, you've got two choices," he said seriously. "Get in the car, or go back to Ralph's place and deal with their crap."

She hesitated, and he continued, "Rosalie has been nicer lately, right? That's because you're my fiancée. If I call off the engagement, the next few years will be rough for you. And trust me, if I ditch you, no guy in Seamar City will touch you."

Debra swallowed hard. "Fine."

She slid into the car. If he had led with that, she would have hopped in without a second thought.

In the car, they sat in silence.

Once arrived, she gaped at the size of the Nichols Mansion. The Frazier house was big, but this was next- level.

"You'll live here from now on," he said. "I'm rarely home, maybe just crashing after work. You won't have to worry about me bothering you."

She blinked. "You don't get weekends off?"

Juan looked at her like she'd asked something absurd. She shifted. "I thought CEOs like you just sipped tea, played golf, and let underlings handle everything. You know, jet-setting around the world."

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"Right?"

"Guys like me don't show up for small stuff. Maybe meet a president, hit a UN conference, network with big shots, attend a gala, do a press conference, or sign some papers. That's about it."

"Sounds like a fancy way of saying eating, drinking, and partying."

"Pretty much."

"Then why're you barely home?"

"Globe-trotting is exhausting. The house has plenty of rooms. Pick one, and I'll have it set up. Your stuff's already here. Check if anything's missing, and I'll send someone to grab it."

"I don't have anything important," she said, her eyes wide with curiosity.

She couldn't fathom how they afforded this massive estate.

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