Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 

Marion swiftly removed his coat and wrapped it around Debra, pulling her tightly into his arms. His voice was cold, laced with a hint of anger as he glared at Juan. 

“You’re despicable, Juan.” 

Ben arrived belatedly, panting heavily. 

“Madam,” he said, catching his breath, “I’ve already called the police. They’ll 

be here soon.” 

“The police?” Juan snorted, looking at Marion. “Are you out of your mind?” 

He knew Marion’s background and his involvement in illegal activities. It was -a risky move for someone like him to invite the authorities. 

Debra was also taken aback. She whispered sharply, “Marion, do you even know what you’re doing?” 

She wasn’t sure if Marion’s illegal activities had reached Seamar City. If they had, calling the police could spell trouble for him. He had been in this line of work for years and knew the game well. 

“A certain CEO kidnaps his wife in the middle of the night, tries to rape her, and is then arrested by the police,” Marion said, his voice icy and cutting. “I think this news will be breaking on the front page tomorrow.” 

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Juan’s chest tightened at Marion’s words. He believed that this kind of self- destructive move was something Marion would do. 

Joe rushed in, his expression urgent. “Sir, the police are here. Hurry up and 

leave.” 

Juan’s face darkened as he shot a cold glance at Marion. The police had already made their way upstairs, their flashlights cutting through the dimly lit room. They looked at Juan, their expressions stern. 

“Are you Juan Nichols? Someone reported that you kidnapped and attempted to rape someone.” 

Tam. 

Juan’s gaze remained fixed on Debra, but she was nestled safely in Marion’s arms, refusing to glance at him. 

The police looked around the room, their eyes settling on the small group.” Who made the report?” 

“It was me,” Ben said. 

Debra quickly chimed in, “I told him to call the police.” 

Ben used to work for Marion, and she wasn’t sure if he had done illegal things before. If he had, his past associations could come back to haunt both him and Marion. 

Debra wrapped Marion’s coat tighter around herself and said, “If there’s a statement to be taken, I’ll do it as the person involved.” 

The police nodded. “Then please come with us.” 

“Okay,” Debra agreed, but before she could take a step, Marion wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“My girlfriend was just traumatized,” he said calmly. “I’m going with her.” 

“Marion,” Debra tried to remind him, but he pinched her waist gently, silencing her protest. 

Juan watched with annoyance. “Debra is my wife. When did she become your girlfriend?”