Chapter 357

Debbie felt speechless. She had never said Emmett was her husband.

Corrupt? Emmett would never do that. He was always honest. She felt bad about dragging him into

this.

‘Thank God I married Carlos. Otherwise, Portia and Gail would Laugh at me for the rest of my life, ‘ she

thought.

“Whatever. I’m busy. Bye.”

Debbie didn’t want to waste any more time on Portia.

“Stop!” Portia called out. She found Debbie had changed a lot. Power never scared her, but she was

even prouder than before, not giving a damn about anybody else.

From the arrogant way Debbie carried herself, Portia began to suspect her husband was not Emmett

but Carlos.

Debbie turned her head and said, “I always tolerated, humored and even flattered you. It was all

because of your brother, but not anymore.

From now on, I will humor neither you nor your brother.”

“What do you mean? You are going to see my family as enemies?”

Debbie laughed scornfully, “Whatever.” None of the Gomez family mattered to her anymore, and she

didn’t give a hoot about what they thought of her.

With her head held high, Debbie walked away, leaving Portia guessing and clutching at straws. She

acted calm, but her long fingernails stuck into her handbag, leaving deep marks.

It hadn’t been that Long since Portia last saw Debbie. But this wasn’t the Debbie she knew. Debbie

used to be humble and self-effacing, with low self-esteem. Now she was parading around with her nose

in the air, all puffed up with pride as if she were the queen

“Dammit Debbie! Your husband’s just a secretary. Don’t get cocky. It’s not like he’s Carlos! We’ll see

who comes out on top!’ she thought resentfully.

On Debbie’s way back to the party, two other women stopped her in her tracks. They sized her up and

down, and then one of them said curtly,

“Someone wants to see you.”

“I wonder who they’re talking about, ‘ thought Debbie.

“Who?” she asked. Neither of the two women looked even remotely familiar. She’d know if she’d met

them before. So it made her even more curious who wanted to talk to her, and why.

The woman in a black dress snapped, “Don’t ask. Just follow us.”

‘This is crazy!’ Debbie was irritated. It was supposed to be simple. and maybe fun. She went to the

party on Carlos’ behalf, but ended up coming across all kinds of weird things and hostile women.

Mental note:

Don’t do this again. And now, why did she have to deal with some ridiculous mystery boss? She didn’t.

She was thinking that maybe now would be a good time to bug out of here. She had made an

appearance, presented her gift, and now she just wanted to be left alone.

“Sorry, I’m busy.” She passed them without giving them a second glance.

Who were they? And why were they following someone else’s orders? And more importantly, why were

they trying to get her involved?

The woman in black shouted to her back, “Hey, you! Olga wants to see you! Get your butt over here

now, unless you want that butt kicked out of Alorith! Just so you know, Olga is Carlos’ woman. I

wouldn’t turn her down if I were you.” ‘Really! We’ll just see about that!’ Debbie thought.

The two looked at Debbie gloatingly, anticipating that she would turn around and follow them timidly to

see Olga. After all, these two were at her beck and call, so why shouldn’t Debbie be the same? She

wasn’t any better than them.