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

Everyone snapped to attention, flipping through the records. But the entries were pretty much the same-lists of expenses for rice, oil, flour, and other mundane supplies.

"Any maps or codes?" Randy scratched his head.

Erica smacked the ledger. "Nothing. Just numbers and grocery lists."

Debra traced a column of figures. "Right, numbers!"

Erica was puzzled. "Numbers? How's that a treasure map?"

Randy muttered, "Could it be that we've been thinking in the wrong direction? Maybe this isn't a treasure map after all?"

Erica echoed, "Could it really be, like the elders said, just an account book that we've somehow turned into a myth?"

As the group agonized, Drake finally snapped. "Debra, we need to talk."

"Hm? About what?"

"Let's talk outside."

"Can't say it here?"

"Outside."

Drake stormed out. Debra sighed, turning to Marion. "Can I?"

Erica and Randy glanced at him nervously.

Marion nodded. "Go ahead."

Erica and Randy gaped. 'No jealousy?'

The second Debra left, Erica hissed "Are you nuts? Even a blind man sees Drake's into her. Why'd y

yes? Aren't you too confide

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Marion shrugged. "Confident, not delusional. Debra has nothing on me."

Erica

snickewher hands up. Randy

snickered until she elbowed him. Meanwhile, Marion

Marionet

"Where'd he go?" Erica blinked.

"To eavesdrop, obviously," Randy grinned.

"So?"

"It's our chance."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

They tiptoed toward Drake's room, only to be blocked by Kale at the door.

Erica scowled. "Move."

"Mr. Lowe's orders. No interruptions."

"Then why's he allowed?"

She poethe doct

She pointed to Marion, who casually

listening through a crack.

wha

Kale deadpanned, "Can't beat him."