Chapter 482

could easily get that around by highlighting Portia’s beauty as the main strength for engaging her.

However, for the silly mistake of slapping Debbie tonight, all those advertising gigs would go up in

smoke. In offending Debbie, she had messed with the wrong person. If Carlos chose to flex his

muscles,

Portia’s life in Alorith would turn into a living hell.

Emmett guessed that Debbie must have pleaded with Carlos for Portia.

Normally, Portia would have lost a finger for hitting Debbie.

The next day, Debbie was fidgeting all day because of the investors’ dinner she would have to attend

that evening.

That was something new to her. Before Carlos left for work, she had asked as many questions as

possible about the function.

Carlos spent a Lot of time calming her down.

After he Left, Debbie got dressed and left the house too.

They were going to New York for some time the following day. She felt she should put Lucinda and

Sebastian in the loop about her trip before she left the city.

As soon as she arrived at her aunt’s house, Debbie noticed Gail and

Victor fighting at the entrance. In case they saw her, Debbie didn’t get out of the car, but watched them

argue and fight hysterically.

Since they broke up, Gail didn’t pretend to be sweet and refined anymore in front of Victor. So she

readily took him on in a shouting match.

In a few minutes of the altercation, Victor’s words got filthier. He was going to hit Gail. Debbie couldn’t

watch anymore.

She drove the car forward and stopped beside the two fighting people.

The brand-new Cayman drew Gail’s attention immediately. When she saw

Debbie getting out of the car from the driver’s seat, she asked with widened eyes, “Debbie, whose car

is this?”

It sounded as if Debbie had stolen the car. Standing by the open door,

Debbie ignored her and looked at Victor. The one-time vice general manager of the Shining

International Plaza now looked every inch a lazy slob. His hair looked like a roughly built bird nest, his

clothes wrinkled. From the length of his stubble, he must haven’t shaven for two or three days.

Upon seeing Debbie, Victor found another outlet for his frustration and anger. He stalked towards the

Porsche Cayman and demanded, “Hey, you!

I’ve been looking for you for days on end. You got me canned, so you must compensate me for my

Loss!”

Debbie rolled her eyes.

“How is your losing the job our fault?”

“If Gail and you hadn’t fought the other day, she wouldn’t have called me. If she hadn’t called me, I

wouldn’t have gotten involved and thus fired.” As a result of that incident, Victor was fired that evening,

and Gail broke up with him within two weeks.

As soon as he finished his words, Victor kicked Debbie’s car furiously, leaving a big footprint impressed

on the red Cayman.