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

Now, as she took in the view, Debra realized this place was every bit the metropolis people whispered about.

When she was younger, she didn't understand, but now she saw that this city had everything.

Not only was it home to the largest trade center, but the place was also a melting pot of people from all walks of life. People of different skin colors could be seen everywhere.

Trying to escape from this city and avoid Drake's watchful eyes was almost impossible.

"Sir, we've arrived," the driver announced.

Debra blinked in surprise. It had only been a ten-minute drive, which meant Drake's mansion was right in the heart of the city.

Drake hummed in response and got out of the car. Debra followed suit, stepping out into a grand square dominated by an enormous clock tower. Surrounding them were buildings reminiscent of a bygone era, their grand scale astonishing her. Drake snapped his fingers, and Debra didn't know what that stood for until the lights in every building went on at the same time.

In an instant, the entire city seemed to light up.

"See that? I decide when the lights go on. I control the money that flows through here. I decide on every win and loss," Drake said confidently.

Debra's heart raced as she realized how much power he wielded.

"What do you want me to do here?" she asked, struggling to keep her composure.

"Just follow my instructions. Don't worry about anything else," he replied, running a hand through her hair.

Though her face was minimally made up, she was striking enough to turn heads in Orkgate.

Together, they walked toward the clock tower. With each step, Debra's anxiety grew, but she knew she had no choice but to follow. This was her chance to get close to Drake's business, and even though it was fraught with danger, she knew she had to take it.

Debra found herself among the first group of guests. The casino had two floors. Every table was tended by a professional dealer and bodyguards. Wealthy patrons tossed their money around like confetti. It was aden of opulence.

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Barely glancing at it, he strolled over to one of the gambling tables.

"Do you know how to roll dice?" he asked.

"A little," Debra replied.

With a casual wave of his hand, Drake dismissed the dealer standing at the table. Turning to Debra, he said, "Get in."

Debra stepped in, taking her place behind the counter.

Drake then locked her inside. Facing the semicircular table, Debra knew she couldn't leave until the game was over.

"Drake..."

"Do your best to win."

"Wait, come back."

Drake ignored her protest and headed upstairs.

The customers flooded in, and he watched with satisfaction.

Now it was Debra's turn to show what she had got.