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

"What? You pulled all that heinous crap without even knowing the full story?" Randy nearly spilled his tea.

Edgar shot back, "What heinous crap? Compared to you people, especially the one upstairs, I'm a saint."

All eyes snapped to the second floor, where Drake leaned against the railing, glaring down.

Randy cleared his throat. "Hey, redemption arcs exist. He's one of us now."

"Who said I'm redeemed?" Drake strolled downstairs and flopped onto the couch. "I'm just crashing here while my wounds heal. Not joining your club."

"Semantics." Randy waved a hand. "To outsiders, you're one of them. Your house has already burned down, and you have nowhere else to go."

Kale, who also had been recovering at the Potter Mansion, rarely lumbered down with a glass of water. "Boss, want me to reclaim your company?"

Randy choked on his tea. "Come on. It's not like snatching toys. That's an empire."

"You talk too much." Drake rubbed his temples. "Marion, control your dog."

"He's Erica's problem," Marion replied blandly.

"Just drink your tea." Erica poured another cup of tea for Randy, nearly sloshing it on his lap.

Debra refocused on Edgar. "So, you don't know where the treasure is buried?"

"No," Edgar replied firmly. "And neither does the mastermind."

"Why are you so sure?"

"If he knew, he'd have raided Seamar

City already. Instead, he pulnoveldrama

us all into doing his dirty work. Classic vulture. Wait for others to bleed and swoop in."

"Yet you played along. Not the sharpest tool, were you?"

"That's a chance to change fate. Who wouldn't gamble for a shot at becoming the world's richest man?"

"So, he takes advantage of people's

greed, but even if you cleared the

path, he might not share the

Wover

treasure with you."

"Even pawns have backup plans."

Randy laughed, "Backup plans? You

never

all

swing even met the guy, and

fortune. Did he even lost

you

a little? Face it, you are expendable."