Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1608

"Don't sell yourself short," Debra said. "You had to know something. Copying your face isn't a quick job. It must have taken at least a month to heal. They picked you and Kurtis on purpose. Every move I made, like cleaning out the grunts and messing with Fermin, was guided by them. They even anticipated my choice of Kurtis. If they planned this far, why not just kill you both? The memorial was set up, and Troy's in mourning clothes. But they didn't slit your throat? Weird, right? Hoping I'd spot the fake?"

Her logic was tight, and Ryan's expression shifted.

"Don't tell me your lord gave you faith but no brains," she said, leaning back on the sofa.

She pointed at Troy. "If I'm right, you're a dead-end pawn. You'd refuse to talk, maybe off yourself, so I'd trust Ryan. You don't even know the full play, do you? Guess I should ask him instead."

She turned to Ryan. "So, what's the message to me? Lure me into a dark web deal for a scandal? Lock me up? Or cozy up to me, gain my trust, then sneak into Potter Mansion with a sob story to get what they want from Drake?"

Ryan's hope crumbled as she laid out their whole scheme.

Debra yawned. "This isn't the Illuminati's A-game, is it?"

"No, not their plan," Ryan stuttered.

Ryan blurted, "We're not from the Illuminati. We're just a club, and we worship them. I heard their master wanted something from the Lowe Group, so we went all out to get close to you. We came up with the plan ourselves. Troy flopped at getting near you last time, so he needed a new face."

Debra laughed, "Here I thought the Illuminati predicted my moves a month ahead. Turns out it's just dumb luck?"

"Not luck," Ryan babbled. "It's more convenient for Troy to use my face. Plus, my family's got some spare cash."