Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right
Chapter 932

"Sir, what should we do with these people? Should we get rid of them?" asked one of Marion's men. Debra cut in, "What?"

Marion cleared his throat. "Don't talk nonsense. When have I ever taken care of anyone?"

"Huh?" The man blinked, confused.

They always handled things decisively and left no loose ends.

"Tie them up," Marion ordered. "Hold them for now. And take care of the surveillance footage."

"Should we smash the cameras?" asked the man.

Debra felt helpless. "Seriously?"

Marion shot his subordinate a glare. "Erase the footage. Who told you to smash anything?"

"I thought simple and brutal was the way to go," the man muttered, scratching the back of his head.

Debra cast a sidelong glance at Marion. "Is this how you usually hold such things?"

He put on an innocent look. "No, it's their approach, not mine."

The denial was so swift and complete that his men all froze in disbelief. Usually, they only acted on Marion's explicit orders. Without his go-ahead, they wouldn't dare move a muscle. Debra raised a brow. "Let's handle this first. We'll talk about it later."

Marion nodded, turning to his men. "You heard the lady. Get it done, and later we'll discuss your mistakes."

His men were dumbfounded.

All the maids and security guards were led to the living room. They crouched in the corner and had their hands on their heads.

Debra asked them, "Where is Lara being held?"

The head guard stammered, "Mr. Mclean was the one who locked her up. We don't know."

"Don't know or don't want to say?" Debra asked sharply.

"We really don't know," replied the guard honestly.

Marion spoke up. "Let's search the estate. It shouldn't be too hard to replace her."

Debra turned to him. "Not too hard? The place is huge. Even if you had a hundred men, it'd still take three hours to replace someone."

The estate wasn't just a mansion

with a garden. There was a front courtyard, a rear greenhouse, a pool, an open-air sports court, and a gym. The property sprawled across several acres, boasting over a hundred rooms spread across six floors. And that wasn't even counting the wine cellar or the

parking garages.

Although she had been staying here for a few days, she could confidently say that the moment she stepped out of her bedroom, she'd get lost within 50 feet.

The labyrinthine layout even made it plausible that Drake had secret areas designed specifically for imprisoning traitors.

Furthermore, Drake was out on

set

some business. If he returned within the hour and they hadn't found Lara, there was no avoiding a violent confrontation.

They needed a faster way to locate her.

As she was trying to figure out a solution, Marion pulled out his phone to make a call.

"Yeah," he said into the phone. "The more, the better. At least a hundred. You have minutes."

Debra stared at him, baffled. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Calling reinforcements."