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

Carrie couldn't help but scoff, "Who wants to talk with you?"

"Carrie, I messed up, and I understand your anger. But I sincerely want to apologize to you. Will you forgive me?" Shelia said pitifully, tears streaming down her face.

Wendy tugged at Carrie, who reluctantly sat back down.

"You both know the school revoked my scholarship. Life's been tough, and I can't always rely on my boyfriend. This meal will be paid for with my own money." Shelia bit her lip, looking deeply hurt. Wendy and Carrie had heard about Shelia losing her scholarship, so they softened a little.

"I'll do anything to get your forgiveness. Carrie, I know you've been through a lot lately. I'm willing to find the Inspection Team and confess. Just please don't ignore me." Carrie turned her head away, swayed by Shelia's words.

After all, they had been best friends for three years. If not for Shelia falsely accusing her in front of the Inspection Team, their

friendship wouldn't have soured like this.

"If you confess your mistake to the Inspection Team, we'll forgive you," Wendy said.

Being pragmatic, she wouldn't just fall for Shelia's blank promise.

Shelia looked determined. "Okay, I'll do it for the sake of your forgiveness."

Seeing Shelia so earnest, the two of them stopped their sarcastic

remarks.

Debra couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 'Shelia has got some moves after all,"

But lies were still lies, bound to be exposed sooner or later.

"I heard there's a jewelry banquet hosted by your family tonight," Debra suddenly asked.

"Seems like it," Jordan replied.

He didn't care much about these things, as it was always Andrew who handled the family matters.

"I remember these two, Carrie and Wendy. Their families run small businesses, right?" Debra asked.

"Not sure. Not interested," Jordan replied casually, asking only because Debra appeared interested, "Are you investigating them?"

"Not exactly. Can I ask you a favor?"

"What kind?" Jordan adjusted his sleeves, asking, "To stand up for

you or...

"I want you to have someone deliver two invitations for me," Debra replied.

Jordan froze. "Is that all?"

""Yes," Debra confirmed.

She was satisfied with the meal, but Jordan felt frustrated.

He was the second son of the Potter family, and all Debra wanted was for him to deliver two invitations.

Despite his displeasure, Jordan had someone handle it promptly that afternoon.

In the evening. Debra picked out a burgundy dress for the banquet It wasn't extravagant, but striking enough.

Debra emerged in her changed clothes, and Marion suddenly remembered the first auction they attended. She looked born to wear this color. Only she could make such a vibrant dress look elegant and noble.