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

Erica assessed the situation and decisively stated, "Yes, we need you to stabilize things. I'll head to the police station and see what's going on. I'll find a way to get Debra out." "Okay," Ralph agreed.

Debra had been sitting quietly in the stark interrogation room for what felt like an eternity. No one had come to question her. She had been locked in the room for a full three hours, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Glancing at her watch, she tapped the table. A guard promptly walked in, asking, "Ms. Frazier, do you need

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Debra cut straight to the point. "How long are you going to keep me here?"

The guard shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"

Debra changed her question. "Who reported me?"

The guard shook his head, his expression apologetic. "Sorry, that's confidential. We can't tell you.

Debra frowned, her frustration growing. They wouldn't harm her due to Marion's influence, but they weren't about to let her go easily either. She couldn't stop worrying about what was happening outside. "I want to make a phone call." "Ms. Frazier, you're in the interrogation phase and can't make phone calls."

Debra tapped the table in frustration. "So, when will the interrogators get here?"

The guard quickly apologized. "The authorities are still out there investigating. If you're tired, we can arrange a room for you to rest.

"A room? A cell, you mean?"

The guard fell silent, realizing he had misspoken.

Debra's voice turned icy. "Get the person in charge here, I'll give you half an hour. If I don't see them, my lawyer will sue you."

The guard ran off to fetch someone. Debra was no ordinary person, with a powerful legal team behind her. Given the situation, she could easily escalate things, and the guard knew better than to test her resolve. In a short while, Pedro arrived. They had met once before.

Debra sneered and greeted him. "Mr. Pedro,"

Pedro wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling slightly.

""Ms. Frazier.

"When we last met, I thought you were smart."

"Ms. Frazier, this has nothing to do with me. I was given orders to bring you in," Pedro explained.

Debra's eyes narrowed. "Then you must know who made the report."

"Well, I don't know. The caller used a voice changer and a public phone. We couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman," Pedro replied, his expression troubled. "Ms. Frazier, there's something I must tell you." "Go ahead and tell me everything."

"As soon as this issue came up, I had people investigate. The problem is that there are indeed issues with the accounts. There is a one-billion-dollar shortfall."

Debra's face turned serious, her mind racing. 'One-billion-dollar shortfall? Why haven't I ever noticed that?"

Pedro continued, "I'm not saying this shortfall is related to you, but since you're the legal representative of the Frazier Group, if something goes wrong, you have to take responsibility."