The livid look on Carlos' face scared Colleen stiff. If anything, she knew Carlos well enough not to cross
his line.
She immediately clutched at Curtis' arm and huddled for cover behind him.
With profound resignation, Curtis patted Carlos' shoulder and tried to appease him. "Man, we both
know Debbie well. She deliberately chose this club, just to piss you off. Come on! She's just acting like
any other woman in a situation like this. As a man, you should try and understand."
Although Debbie was embarrassed at how her scheme plan had been so easily exposed, she still
stubbornly refused to admit her fault. Instead, she tried to downplay her mistake with a joke. "Mr. Lu,
you took it wrong. I came here because I knew there would be handsome rent boys around. Lately,
Carlos has been drab, boring. I wanted to try someone new... Aaargh! Carlos Huo, what are you doing?
Let me go!"
In the twinkling of an eye, Carlos pounced on Debbie, forcefully pulling her over from behind Colleen's
back, his face dark and threatening. The look on his face alone scared the bejesus out of Debbie.
'Dammit! Why did I have to piss him off?' "Help! Help! Mr. Lu, Damon, Wesley...please somebody, help
me out..."
"Shut the hell up!" Carlos wondered what had come over Debbie.
Leaning against the wall, Damon shook his hand and said casually, "For all the trouble you have
caused everyone, we'll leave Carlos to deal with you whichever way he sees best. So you two had
better sort out your differences without involving any of us." 'Why would anyone want to have a
girlfriend as bold and reckless as Debbie?' he wondered.
Looking deeply thoughtful, Wesley spoke his thoughts out. "I can only imagine what it would be like if
she had fooled any of us into her mischief."
Adjusting his glasses, Curtis chimed in with a smile, "The disagreements you two are having only prove
how deeply you love each other. Colleen and I can only sincerely wish you well after this is over."
Now Debbie realized she was alone in dealing with her own mess, and no one was willing to intervene
on her behalf. In desperation, she turned to Emmett. Perhaps he would be her last hope. "Emmett,
please, help! If you can, please..." She paused, not knowing what to say next.
But Emmett too was careful to not meddle in the private issues of his boss. Pretending not to care
about Debbie's request, he turned to Kasie instead and held her close in his arms. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Lu is
right. You and Mr. Huo are just getting to know each other. It's part and parcel of love. The only
challenge is that it takes time and lots of patience in how you deal with each other."
By now, Carlos had already dragged Debbie to the door. Not willing to give up, she clung on to the
door-frame and yelled, "Why do you leave me in the lurch? You should at least allow me the little
courtesy to invite the girls to the manor. Colleen, Kasie, Wesley's girlfriend...why don't you guys come
have a drink at my place?"
Surprised at the way Debbie had addressed her, Blair smiled sweetly and declined the invitation
politely. "Thank you, Debbie. But today is not the right time. We'll visit you next time."
In Emmett's arms, Kasie waved her hand at Debbie and said, "Tomboy, it's very late now. Just go back
home with Mr. Huo. See you tomorrow."
"Oh, Kasie, you have always gotten my back in times like this. Why don't you put in a good word for me
when Carlos is about to bite my head off?"
"Tomboy, I'm sorry for letting you down. Don't worry. Mr. Huo won't beat you. Oh, by the way, you may
want to stay at home tomorrow because of your hickeys..."
That wisecrack form Kasie immediately diffused the tension in the air.
While everyone giggled, Debbie rolled her eyes, and turned to Colleen, who burst out laughing the
moment their eyes met.
"Well, I guess Kasie's right. Just be girly and see how Carlos will quickly forget about your
disagreements."
"Be girly? Hell no! I don't think I can, Colleen..." Debbie was still holding on to the door-frame,
struggling to wriggle herself from Carlos' arms.
"You know how to do it. Good luck," said Colleen.
"Oh, please, I really can't..." protested Debbie, obviously still mad at Carlos.
"Girl, you can. Not unless you underestimate yourself," Colleen kept urging. Of course Colleen knew
how a little charm and flattery could disarm a man.
Even an impatient, forceful man like Carlos would easily fall for such tenderness. But since Debbie was
bent on maintaining her hardcore stance, Carlos finally ran out of patience. He scooped her up into his
arms and carried her to the parking lot. No matter how much she kicked and flailed, he wasn't going to
let her break free.
Feeling tipsy after having one too many, Debbie was nauseated from the struggle. Finally, Carlos put
her in the back seat and closed the door.
At once, he got into the driver's seat, locked the car doors and started the engine.
"Carlos Huo, drop me off!" Debbie shouted, leaning against the car door.
But Carlos didn't respond.
"Leave me alone. I don't want to go back to the manor."
Carlos slowed down, put on the Bluetooth and dialed Emmett's number. "Book a hotel room for me,
and buy me a few items for the night. Get a pen and write down the following list. I need..."
The moment Debbie heard the very first item of what Carlos asked Emmett to buy, she sprung to her
feet. Forgetting she was in a small space, she bumped her head into the roof of the car. Her face
turning red, she snapped, "Why did you ask Emmett to buy them?"
After hanging up, Carlos said indifferently, "Let's try something new."
"Are you kidding me, Carlos?" Debbie was totally freaked out. What the heck was Carlos up to,
ordering for sex toys? "Listen! If that's your idea of fun, you'd better not involve me," she sneered. "And
I mean it. Call Emmett and explain away your silly joke."
"Nope," Carlos curtly replied.
Not in the mood to argue, Debbie took out her phone, dialed Emmett's number and told him in a hurry,
"Emmett, I think your boss has had one too many. He's completely sloshed. Don't listen to him. You
may go back home now."
Emmett, who was on his way to the sex toy shop, answered the call with some hesitation. On hearing
Debbie's anxious voice, he put in, "But Mr. Huo told me to... I don't think it would be wise of me to take
instructions contrary to what my boss has told me. Besides, what is the harm in trying something
different?"
This was driving Debbie crazy. "Shut the hell up and listen to what I'm saying! If you want to try, then
well and okay, that's up to you and Kasie. But don't lecture me on what I want."
At her suggestion, Emmett looked at Kasie, who was even more excited than him, and answered, "I
haven't gotten to second base yet. After we get married, we will give it a try. Mrs. Huo, don't worry.
They are not scary at all..." 'What's Carlos thinking of to order for things that he and Debbie couldn't
agree on?' he wondered.
"I hope my instructions are clear, Emmett," Debbie said when she realized the other end of the line had
gone silent for a moment.
"Um...how about I just buy some candles?" he offered.
'Candles? What for? This is getting weird!' Debbie thought. "Are you high on something, Emmett?
Okay. Whatever you're on, I hope you have gotten me clear."
"Mrs. Huo, I'm Mr. Huo's secretary," Emmett stammered. Judging from the way the party had ended, he
knew Carlos was mad, and there was no wisdom in trying to side with Debbie when everyone knew
she was the cause of trouble.
Meanwhile, Debbie waited, taking time in the hope that Emmett would relent. But just when she wanted
to say something, Carlos snatched her phone away.
She hadn't even noticed the car stopping at a red light. That was when Carlos took the chance to
stretch his hand and take the phone from her.
In frustration, Debbie slumped back into her seat and pursed her lips. She was lost for words.
Eventually, Carlos stopped the car at the underground parking lot of the hotel. Debbie, however,
refused to get out.
Carlos got in the back seat, pressed himself against her and looked her in the eye. In a cold voice, he
asked, "Hayden Gu, Gregory Song, and now three rent boys...Debbie Nian, are you that horny?"
"No, I'm not." She shook her head vigorously. On the contrary, she couldn't even stand Carlos' sexual
needs.
With a mocking smile, Carlos raised her chin and ordered, "Wipe your lipstick off."
To which Debbie simply waved her hand in dismissal. She knew he was a clean freak and that lipstick
alone was enough to turn him off.
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