Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1818

Debra and Marion left the interrogation room.

Jordan checked his watch. "The kids are out of school. Juan has got them. When are you heading back?"

"Now," Debra replied. "Keep tabs on Stanley. Make sure he's not hiding anything else. Double-check his distribution channels. No loose ends."

"I've got it," Jordan said. "Go handle your kid."

He'd already stationed guys outside the room. Violence was the best approach to deal with punks like Stanley.

...

At the Houston Mansion, Lillian peered out the window. There were no signs of her parents' car, and she heaved a sigh of relief.

At the very least, she would be scolded for fewer hours.

Solomon lounged on the couch, flipping through files. He glanced up, deadpan. "No point scoping. You're getting the full lecture this time."

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Lillian huffed. "What's it to you if I get grounded? That's cold, man."

"You get roasted, and I get popcorn." Solomon shrugged. "What's not to love?"

"You..."

"Instead of arguing with me, you'd better think about how to beg for their forgiveness. You know how strict your dad is."

Debra ruffled her hair. "You're getting gutsy. Heard you took on a kidnapper solo and didn't even blink. That's my girl."

"Thanks to your training," Lillian grinned, cozying up to Debra.

She sneaked a peek at Marion's face. He didn't look pissed, and she breathed easier.

"Mom, you didn't see how I dropped him in," she bragged. "Didn't even need my godfather's backup."

"Yeah, you went full cowboy," Solomon said, coming downstairs. "Scared the guy so badly that he ran home crying."

Lillian glared at him. She was this close to skating free, and now his big mouth had her back in the hot seat.