Chapter 1057

Frankie wanted to remind him, “She cheated on you.”

But he knew he would be screwed if he told his boss that, so he remained silent. He just hoped that

fact wouldn’t come back to bite them both.

Yates heard their conversation. He said to Carlos, “Put your work up for now. Enjoy the show. That’s

why I asked you along.” Yates had a loud and husky voice. Carlos heard him clearly.

“You know better than anyone else why I’m here.” Carlos kept his head lowered. He signed his name at

the bottom of a file and moved on to the next one.

Yates sneered. He knew Carlos thought he was bullied into coming here.

“You used to be made of sterner stuff,” Yates said.

Carlos kept silent as if he heard nothing.

The concert was over at 10:30 p.m. Carlos had ducked out, using the VIP passage during intermission.

He was still ambushed by a hundred reporters. They spotted him as soon as he left, and swarmed

around him

Like flies on dung. The night was Lit up by dozens of flashbulbs.

Some of the reporters had run stories on Carlos and Debbie three years ago and grown fat from the

proceeds. Now, they wrote stories about how

Carlos and Debbie were seen together.

The fact that Carlos had shown up at Debbie’s concert was enough to keep people interested and

talking about it for at least a week.

As usual, the papers carried more fiction than fact, writing that

Carlos and Debbie still loved each other, Debbie would become Mrs.

Hilton again, and they were getting hitched again.

The reporters could only post articles about the couple online. None of them were bold enough to

actually interview Carlos. They were Like jackals, feeding on the carrion of old rumors, too weak to

move on to fresh prey.

However, they were not afraid of Debbie.

As soon as the concert ended, they besieged her. She was the Logical choice.

Carlos was too menacing, Wesley was unapproachable, Yates was too cruel, Curtis had left. Debbie

was all they had.

And these reporters were vicious. They surrounded Debbie and were fixated on things that happened

three years ago. They simply didn’t care if they were rubbing salt in the wound.

“Debbie, didn’t you leave Alorith?”

“Bitch! You cheated on Carlos. Get the fuck out

They cursed and insulted her ruthlessly. Not only that, but also some people started throwing raw eggs

at her.

All of a sudden, eggs flew at Debbie in all directions and smashed all around her. Some of them

actually hit her, bruising her skin, ruining her dress, hair, and makeup.

“Ah!” she screamed, her arms up trying to shield herself from the white missiles.