Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396 

Hannah didn’t stop Debra, and before long, a sleek black car drove up. 

The trainees, leaving the cafeteria, watched as Debra got into the car. 

Whispers filled the air as they exchanged speculative glances. 

“I told you Debra had someone backing her. She left at such a late hour. Clearly, someone is keeping her.” 

“Can you believe Hannah was covering for her just now? We only get to leave this place once every ten days or two weeks. Debra is really an exception.” 

Inside the car, Debra wasted no time. She dialed the hospital head’s number, her heart pounding with anxiety. 

When he answered, his voice was grave. “Ms. Frazier, the situation is a bit serious, but don’t worry, his face is unharmed.” 

Debra’s grip tightened on her phone. 

“I’m asking about the person, not the face. 

“Michael is fine. He’s out of danger.” 

Debra could tell he wasn’t being entirely truthful. She hung up and turned to Ben. 

“Fill me in about the situation.” 

“This morning, Michael was supposed to go to the Potter Group, but there was an accident on the way. The car’s brake line had a problem. It’s initially determined to be man–made.” 

“And then? Did they catch the culprit?” 

“They did, but…” Ben hesitated, “the criminal is a mentally unstable fan. She’s been obsessed with Michael to the point of madness, and her mental state is quite problematic. It might be difficult to prosecute her.” 

Debra’s mind raced as she processed the information. “A delusional fan, and coincidentally mentally unstable? Too convenient to be true.” 

She quickly realized that someone must have seized the opportunity while she was away to deliberately target Michael. 

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Just then, her phone rang. It was from an unknown number, and when she answered, Shelia’s mocking voice came through. “Debra, are you satisfied with the gift I sent you?” 

Debra’s pupils contracted, and Shelia added, “Weren’t you so haughty before? You’ve lost everything now, and I’m going to make you lose even more.” 

“Did you go after Michael?” Debra demanded, but the call was cut off. 

Shelia was being cautious, avoiding leaving any evidence. Debra recalled the dream and clutched her phone. 

In a high–end apartment across town, Shelia lounged on the sofa, her body draped in a sexy black nightgown. Her face was filled with smug satisfaction. 

Edgar walked into the living room, his eyes flickering briefly with disapproval at Shelia’s attire.