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Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 1155
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The call ended abruptly, leaving Ivan to stew in his thoughts.

He hadn't intended to waste ton Debra, but since it was an order from his boss, he decided to play along.

By noon, Ivan had prepared a lavish lunch. The table was laden with exquisite dishes a far cry from the simple meals Garland had grown accustomed to at the Eaton Mansion.

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He shook his head, marveling at the luxuries Drake enjoyed.

Garland watched Ivan meticulously arrange the plates. The kid seemed clueless that Debra was toying with him. Debra descended the stairs, supporting Marion. In the meantime, Drake and Kale cdown from the other side.

Ivan stole a glance at Marion and quickly looked away.

Debra, on the other hand, surveyed the table and commented, "Well done, Ivan." "Thank you, Mrs. Houston. I'll get back to work," Ivan replied, dutifully returning to the kitchen to clean up.

Garland clicked his tongue. "Using a kid as a servant. That's a bit cruel." He sympathized with Ivan, who seemed to be a well-behaved kid.

Debra shot him a look. "Just eat your food." While picking up food for Marion, she kept a watchful eye on Ivan in the kitchen.

This meal was a test, but Ivan didn't react much. It meant he was either incredibly clever or genuinely naive.

"The bland. The vegetables.

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arent fresh, and the meat is pushing her bowl away.

Drake scoffed, "Always so picky. If you don't like it, I'll call the chef back." He had no appetite for this food, prepared by a stranger. Watching et Debra feed Marion, he rolled his eyes and tossed his fork aside. "I'm not hungry. You guys continue, "At least take a bite. Don't waste Ivan's effort," Garland interjected.

Liza nudged him. "Enough." Debra asked Marion, "Is it bad?" "Anything you feedis delicious," he replied, smiling.

"That won't do. I don't want to eat them at all," Debra insisted turning to the kitchen. "The food you do kitchen work at home, do you?" prepared is terrible, Iva Bet

Ivan emerged from the kitchen with ΠΙ his head down. "I'm working on it."

"Try harder," Debra said. "Your trial period is three days If you can't'cut it, we'lHeave without you. Understood?"