Chapter 355

“Hi, Colleen, Mr. Loftus.”

Taking a step back to look at Debbie, Curtis complimented, “You look great. No doubt Carlos has been

good to you.”

Colleen released Curtis and took Debbie’s hand.

“Of course. One has just to look at Debbie to know that she is in love,” she said, as gentle as the first

time Debbie had met her. If Debbie hadn’t seen Colleen on the dance floor the other day, she wouldn’t

have believed the woman could dance seductively like that. Debbie smiled resignedly.

Playfully, Curtis pinched Colleen’s cheek before he turned to look

Debbie straight in the face.

“Did you come here on Carlos’ behalf?” he asked.

“Yeah, he is on a business trip,” Debbie replied.

Curtis nodded.

“Not bad.” He was relieved to see that Debbie and

Carlos were happy together

After a short while, Curtis and Colleen were needed somewhere else and left Debbie. So did Emmett.

Even though he was only a secretary, many people sucked up to him, on account of having Carlos as

his boss

Left alone, Debbie ate some more snacks and went towards the bathroom.

When she walked out of the bathroom, there was another woman standing in the hallway. Adorned in

an expensive champagne evening dress, and holding a fashionable handbag, the woman must have

been waiting for

Debbie. Straightway, she called out, “Debbie?”

Her voice was not too loud nor quiet, emotionless

It was Portia. ‘Why is she here?’ Debbie wondered. ‘Since Portia is here, is Hayden here too?

Debbie nodded and said, “Hi.”

“Is it really you?” It was only then that Portia believed the glowing woman at the party was Debbie.

Debbie smiled faintly and excused herself.

“Yeah, it’s me. If you have nothing else to talk about, I have to go.”

Now that she was married, she didn’t want to engage with anyone from the Gomez family, unless it was

necessary.

Just as Debbie was about to leave, Portia began, “What’s the rush? Are you hiding something?”

Debbie sneered. She looked at Portia and retorted, “Hiding?”

Born and brought up in a wealthy family, Portia, with a single look, could tell how much Debbie’s outfit

was worth, but she wouldn’t admit it.