Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1591

A heavy weight settled in Liza's chest. If it weren't for her, those servants wouldn't have died.

"I've arranged a car outside," Lara said. "The driver will take you to Fermin. Just make sure he never finds out I sheltered you. Otherwise, Mrs. Houston and I will both be in trouble."

Liza didn't want to cause Debra any more problems. She agreed without hesitation.

Outside, the driver was already waiting.

Lara stood at the doorway, watching as Liza left. The worried expression on her face slowly faded.

Stepping back into the house, she surveyed the wreckage around her. The thick, metallic scent of blood filled the air, but she didn't seem to mind. Instead, she casually sank onto the couch, picking up a glass of wine.

After a moment, she stood up and walked over to a vintage record player. She placed a new record onto the turntable, letting elegant music flow through the room.

She hummed along and began to waltz. Her arms moved as if she were holding someone close, her steps light and fluid.

From the basement, figures in black cloaks emerged, moving swiftly to clean up the blood and bodies.

By the time the final note played, the room was spotless.

All the bodies had been dragged back into the underground chamber where filth and secrets piled up, unseen by the world.

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In the past, he would have cracked jokes, but tonight, there was only silence.

His eyes stayed locked on the road, his mind replaying an earlier scene. In the lobby of the Jovial Hotel, his men bade farewell to him and shot themselves dead.

"Are you mad at me for running off?" Liza asked tentatively.

Fermin snapped out of his thoughts and reached out to ruffle her hair. He said quietly, "No. It's my own problem."

"Did you kill a lot of people tonight?" she pressed.