Chapter 597

Juan replied honestly, “I didn’t plan this.”

“Figured. You’re not exactly the romantic type,” she said, a rare smile softening her face as she watched the fireworks show. It went on for a good ten minutes, and her mood shifted. “Wow, the production team really knows how to burn money.”

From their courtyard, the display above looked like something out of a movie. It was stunning, almost surreal. At first, Debra was captivated by the dazzling display, but after ten minutes, her excitement began to wane. She rubbed her ears, silently calculating how much this extravagance must have cost. Ten thousand, 20 thousand, 30 thousand… she mentally counted.

By the time the fireworks finally fizzled out, nearly 15 minutes had passed. It was a solid million-dollar fireworks show—a bigger budget than she thought.

Juan turned to her and asked, “Did you like it?”

Debra considered it seriously before replying, “I liked it at first. Now? Not so much.”

She turned and walked back into the house. The fireworks were impressive, sure, but they had left her ears ringing. Pretty or not, she didn’t care to see another display anytime soon.

After a pause, Juan pulled out his phone and sent a message to Joe.

Juan: (Prepare a fireworks display.) Joe: (What kind of fireworks would you like, sir?) Juan: (There are different types?) Joe: (Yes, quite a few.) Juan: (Pick the most expensive.)

He snapped his phone shut.

Meanwhile, on a private jet speeding through the night sky, Randy was nodding off. Beside him, Marion was wide awake.

Randy cracked an eye open, seeing his alertness.

“Dude, it’s late. Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“How much longer until we land?”

“Three hours, give or take. We’ve still got to find somewhere to stay when we get there.”

“Three hours?”

Chapter 597

It meant they wouldn’t arrive until well past midnight. Randy sighed, “Just so you know, I promised them we wouldn’t cause any drama. If Andrew catches you showing up, he’ll personally send you packing. And knowing him, he’ll probably bring ten jets just to make sure you leave.”

Marion’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think I care?”

“You don’t, but I do. I’m not about to go toe-to-toe with Andrew. Besides, if Debra finds out you crashed her show, she’ll be furious.”

Marion clenched his jaw. The last thing he wanted was upsetting Debra. But the thought of Debra being alone with Juan for over a month? He couldn’t stand it.

“Juan isn’t a good guy,” he muttered. “Debra is not safe with him.”

Randy waved a hand dismissively. “They’re surrounded by cameras, dude. Debra’s not worried, so why should you be? And besides, right now, they’re still technically married. You? You’re just a rich, handsome guy on the sidelines. If people find out, they’ll call you a gigolo or something.”

Marion shot him a glare, making Randy shudder. Immediately, he pulled the blanket over his head, mumbling, “I didn’t say anything.”