Chapter 215

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 Carlos have to do with her?’ Zelda knew something was up, now. The visitor was clearly furious,

but why?

“Does she think Carlos owes her something?’ She decided to wait, and watch.

Debbie paused. She turned around and asked in a sarcastic tone, “Yes,

Carlos? 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?