Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right
Chapter 763

The tunnel pulsed with an eerie crimson glow, casting sinister shadows that danced along the walls.

Suddenly, a hand clamped down over Debra's mouth and nose. Panic shot through her, but she instantly recognized the sharp, medicinal scent. It was the same drug Drake had used on her back in Seamar City.

She held her breath and went limp, letting her body collapse like a rag doll. As she fell, she pinched her thigh brutally, using the pain to keep herself teetering on the edge of consciousness.

She bet many secrets were hidden in this place. It was her chance to replace out.

Before she could think further, she felt herself being hoisted over a shoulder and carried down the passage. The soft hum of machinery vibrated through the air, and moments later, she was lowered onto a small, concealed vehicle. After a short trip, she was carried into an elevator that then paused with a chime. Soon, a familiar voice wafted into her ears.

"Careful! Don't bruise her," Harland grumbled. "Who told you to drug Ms. Frazier?"

A nervous reply came, "I was afraid she'd make a sound. If Miss Sharp heard it, we'd be in trouble."

Harland understood the situation. "How long till she comes around?"

"About half an hour. It was a light dose."

"Alright, leave us."

"Yes, sir!"

Lightly opening her eyes, she took in her surroundings. The place looked just like the casino.

But they were not on the first or second floors. She suspected it was the third floor that was reserved only for the most powerful guests.

"Get her to the second-floor lounge," Harland whispered. "And remember, she's not to be touched. Mr. Lowe will handle things personally." "Yes, sir." Two guards hurried forward, lifting her with exaggerated care.

Debra stayed limp as they carried her down the stairs. As soon as they laid her on a chaise longue and left, she cracked one eye open.

Debra inhaled deeply, shaking off the lingering drowsiness. She spotted a bottle of water on a nearby table and grabbed it, downing the contents in one long gulp. Every drop helped flush the remaining drug from her system.

Taking a breath, she pushed the door open a sliver and peered into the hallway.

No guards Harland must've

assumed she was knocked out cold. Slipping into the corridor, she

hugged the wall and made her way to the elevator she remembered

seeing earlier.

It was not guarded, likely because it wasn't yet time for the guests to arrive. That's probably why she hadn't heard any commotion on the third floor earlier.

This time, she noticed the small, discreet card reader mounted beside the elevator. No access without a gold card or an employee pass.

While she was at a loss, Harland's voice echoed up from below. "Make it quick. These are new goods. Get them upstairs immediately."

The voice wasn't coming from the first floor, but rather from the basement.

Normally, goods should be delivered through the front or back doors on the first floor. She wondered what kind of goods needed to be transported from the basement.

Earlier, she had been transported

straight to the third floor without passing through the first or second floors, just like these goods. Clearly, they were transporting more than just merchandise.