Chapter 231

Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Debbie blushed and couldn’t help touching her smooth leg.

‘I need to pay more attention to my skin. Otherwise, I might age quickly.”

Shrugging on her night gown, she walked out of the bathroom with wet hair. She thought Carlos would

be in the study working, but actually he was sitting on her bed, answering a phone call. What was he

doing here?

And why was he in here anyway?

The moment she appeared, he turned his head and fixed his eyes upon her.

Debbie sat at the dressing table, opened the tube of nighttime moisturizer and squeezed out some of

the goo onto her hand. ‘It wouldn’t do to get all wrinkled, ‘ she thought as she worked the Lotion onto

her cheeks, around her nose, her forehead, everywhere on her face.

She glanced at some of the other products and decided the anti-aging

SPF 2® serum would be best in the morning. Then she reached into a drawer and found her blow

dryer. Then, gadget in hand, she walked into the bathroom once more.

While she was drying her hair in the bathroom, Carlos was on the phone with his assistant.

“Tristan, I need three VIP cards for the spa on the fourth floor of Alkaid Building. Yeah, yeah. It’s for my

wife.”

‘Three? Oh, one for Debbie, and two for her friends.’ Tristan got

Carlos’ point immediately and answered, “Yes, Carlos.”

“And build a lipstick research and development center in East District

Manor, and prepare all the necessary materials. She’s going to love designing her own Lipstick.

Register a brand name ‘Decar’. We might need it in the future.

Let’s see, there was something else. Oh, I remember—she loves singing.

So establish a music studio for her. Put a piano, a guitar, a digital audio workstation and other top notch

equipment in it.”

“Yes, Carlos.” Tristan was secretly shocked, though. ‘Since when did

Carlos become a slave to his wife?’

Carlos, however, was still pondering how he could be nicer to Debbie.

“She likes martial arts, but I don’t think she needs it anymore. After all, I’ll protect her in the future. She

doesn’t need to lift a finger to do that.’

“Ah, one more thing. I need you to hand off your duties to someone else, including the tasks I just gave

you. I need you to go and find me something. It is a rough diamond of pale blue. I saw it at auction

once.” The gem was pale blue and as clear as water. Carlos hadn’t paid much attention to it back then.

If memory served him, pale blue was Debbie’s favorite color.

“Yes, Carlos!” Tristan answered.

“Get it no matter how much it costs!”