When Tristan got Emmett's call, he had just returned to the office. Emmett's question caused him to
think about the lipsticks Carlos had bought Debbie. In his opinion, a gift meant their relationship was
okay. So he replied, "They're fine."
"OK. Thanks," Emmett said. After ending the call with Tristan, he called Debbie.
Debbie didn't realize she hadn't talked to Emmett in a long time until she got his call.
"Hi, Emmett," she said. She was about to go to Carlos' company to return the lipsticks when her phone
rang.
"Boo...hoo... How... how are you, Mrs. Huo?"
Emmett cried over the phone, which made Debbie shiver. She thought something awful must have
happened. "What's the matter?" she asked.
The next moment, Emmett asked cautiously, "Mrs. Huo, is Mr. Huo with you?"
"No. Why?" she wondered.
Hearing that Carlos wasn't around, Emmett stopped crying and his voice went back to normal. "Mrs.
Huo, I was sent away to carry bricks on a construction site because of you. I've been in this dull,
terrible place for a month. You can't imagine what I've been through. When you pour yourself a drink
and look out the window of your comfortable villa, do you ever think of me? Does it hurt when you do?"
Debbie was surprised to hear that. 'Emmett? Carrying bricks? Because of me?
Why didn't Carlos tell me? I asked him about Emmett, but...'
"Sorry, I didn't know," she apologized.
"Now you know. I want my old job back. You're Mr. Huo's wife. Can you help me out? If you bring me
back, I'll do anything for you. Anything," Emmett pleaded.
"Do anything for me? What about my husband?"
Debbie asked. "Well, do anything for both of you."
Debbie promised she'd put in a good word, but she couldn't promise that Carlos would forgive him.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he said that was fine. After ending the phone call, Debbie looked at
the cartons of lipsticks, wondering what to do next. She had been thinking of returning the gift to
Carlos. She intended to do so resolutely, so she would know that she couldn't be bought like that. She
wasn't happy. But Emmett's phone call made her hesitate. She had to give it more thought before going
to Carlos' company and talking to him.
When Debbie visited ZL Group later, Carlos had just come back to his office after a meeting with a
client.
Just like last time, Rhonda received her at the reception desk.
The difference was, this time Rhonda trotted over to her as soon as she saw her. "Nice to see you,
Miss Nian. You're here to see Mr. Huo, right?" Without giving Debbie a chance to say anything, she
added with a smile, "Mr. Huo has just returned to his office. I'll take you there right away."
Rhonda's over-the-top enthusiasm made Debbie uncomfortable. She gave her a smile and said, "Okay,
thanks."
They walked down the lushly-carpeted hall, and entered the elevator. When they left the elevator on the
66th floor, Zelda, another of Carlos' secretaries, caught sight of Debbie.
Although Debbie had been here before, for all kinds of reasons, this was the first time Zelda had seen
her. She also didn't look happy to see her. She was definitely different from Rhonda. Colder, more
distant. Debbie wasn't sure she liked her that much. It turned out Debbie's first impression was right.
"Rhonda, who is this?"
"Zelda, this is Miss Nian. Mr. Huo specifically said we should take her to his office whenever she drops
by," Rhonda explained.
Zelda hadn't paid much attention to Debbie until now. Hearing what Rhonda had said, she sized
Debbie up and down and said indifferently, "Okay. I'll take it from here."
Debbie smiled, "Thank you!"
Zelda, on the other hand, only gave her a sidelong glance before making her way to the CEO's office.
Debbie pursed her lips at Zelda's back disapprovingly. 'What a rude bitch!' So far, she had met three of
Carlos' secretaries, the other two being Rhonda and Tristan. Of all of them, Zelda was the most
arrogant.
When they came to the door of Carlos' office, Zelda knocked and soon Carlos responded, 'Come in."
With the CEO's permission, Zelda pushed the door open quietly and said respectfully, "Mr. Huo, there's
a Miss Nian here to see you."
Debbie took one step forward and saw what was going on in the office.
Instead of sitting at his desk, Carlos was reading a file while relaxing on the sofa. Megan was at his
desk. She was doing her homework.
"Ah, it's Debbie. Hi Debbie! Come on in!" Megan put down her pen and came to the door when she
spotted Debbie standing there.
'Debbie? Huh! What happened to "Aunt Debbie"? Is it because the secretary is here and she doesn't
want her to know about my relationship with Carlos?' Debbie didn't like to think badly of Megan, but
from what she had learned about that girl, that was most likely the case.
Megan's words drew Carlos' attention away from his work. He dropped the file and scolded, "Don't be
disrespectful."
Megan intimately held Debbie's arm and said, "Uncle Carlos, Debbie and I are almost the same age.
Calling her Aunt makes her sound much older. I think 'sister' is fine. Right, Debbie?"
Megan turned to look at Debbie expectantly for a response. She sounded friendly and acted nice, but
somehow, Debbie couldn't manage a smile, as much as she tried. Yes, Megan hadn't done anything to
harm her directly. But there was this hostility in Debbie's heart growing minute by minute when she saw
that younger girl, especially when she saw her with Carlos.
Debbie finally forced a wry smile and nodded at her.
Carlos didn't say anything else. He stood up from the sofa and said to Debbie, "Come in."
Debbie bit her lower lip while thinking about it. Megan's books and papers were spread out on Carlos'
desk. There were science papers, math papers, and a pile of hardback textbooks. All signs that the girl
was in school. The sight of it caused a strong sense of revulsion in Debbie's heart. She decided not to
go inside. She turned to Megan and handed her the bags she had been holding all the while. "No. I just
came here to give these back. Bye," she said to Carlos. It was quick, and decisive, just not quite the
way she had envisioned it. But, then again, she hadn't imagined she'd run into Megan here. Who knew
what Carlos did with Megan when Debbie wasn't around?
"Eh? Debbie..." Megan called behind her. She had no idea what she did, or why Debbie was acting this
way.
But Debbie didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She certainly wasn't going to stay there a minute longer and
continue to be humiliated. Each stride was purposeful and as long as she could comfortably make
them. There was no way to make this any better, and then—
"Stop!" Carlos called out coldly, causing Zelda to gasp. 'Who is this woman?' she wondered. 'And what
does Mr. Huo have to do with her?' Zelda knew something was up, now. The visitor was clearly furious,
but why? 'Does she think Mr. Huo owes her something?' She decided to wait, and watch.
Debbie paused. She turned around and asked in a sarcastic tone, "Yes, Mr. Huo? I'm rushing off to
school. Is there a problem?"
At this point, Megan had already ripped open one box of lipsticks. The smile on her face said
everything. She was ecstatic, practically glowing. It somehow made Debbie feel even worse. As if she
hadn't noticed what was going on at all, she exclaimed, "Wow! These colors are fantastic! I don't have
any of these. Uncle Carlos, did you ask Debbie to buy these for me?"
Debbie and Carlos were stunned.
'I said "giving back" the lipsticks not "bring" them. What is she? Mentally challenged? Why does she
think the lipsticks are for her?'
Debbie looked at Carlos and sneered, "Yes, your Uncle Carlos bought those for you. They're limited
editions. Enjoy!"
That made Megan even happier. She put the lipsticks back into the bags and hopped to Carlos' side
like a rabbit. "Thank you, Uncle Carlos! I love love love them!" Then, right under Debbie's nose, she
stood on tiptoe and kissed Carlos on the cheek, just as she had kissed Curtis on her 18th birthday.
Watching this, Zelda retreated to her seat. 'I'm right. It seems Miss Lan is going to be Mrs. Huo. Mr.
Huo is ten years older, but I guess it doesn't matter as long as they love each other.
But who is this stupid woman at the door? Mr. Huo and Miss Lan are having a moment there and she is
still hanging around, being the third wheel. So annoying, ' she thought resentfully. For a second, she
wanted to grab Debbie and drag her out of the office.
Debbie looked at Megan in shock. 'How could she?' She had kissed Curtis right in front of Colleen the
other night and just now she had kissed Carlos right in front of Debbie.
Suddenly, it dawned on Debbie what Colleen had meant by 'watch out for Megan.'
At the same time, Megan seemed to have realized that she messed up. "I'm sorry, Debbie. Habits. But
now that you are my auntie, I'll work on it."
'Habits?' Debbie couldn't help wondering. 'How many times has she kissed him?
And does she kiss him like I do?'
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