Chapter 493

Adamantly, he said, “I don’t care. I will wait for you.”

Remembering what Blanche had told her, Debbie was a little angry at

Hayden’s words.

“I will never go back to you. Your fiancee is a poor girl. Does she know her fiance Loves someone

else?” she taunted.

Hayden was excited at her words, thinking she was jealous.

“Do you mind that? Deb, trust me. I won’t get engaged to her. Really! I only love you.”

Hayden’s intense reaction annoyed Debbie. She tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was too tight.

“Debbie? Hayden?” a sarcastic voice cut in.

It sounded familiar. Debbie turned her head to find that Olga was standing behind them, watching with

a smirk on her face.

To avoid trouble for both Debbie and himself, Hayden reluctantly released her hand.

Debbie never liked Olga. And life was too short to spend it around people she didn’t like. She’d long

ago promised herself that if it didn’t make her happy, make her money, or make her better, she didn’t

have time for it. So certainly, she didn’t have time for Olga. She turned around and walked away, as if

the newcomer were invisible.

Olga’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment. ‘What a snooty bitch!

And right in front of Hayden, the most eligible bachelor in the city.‘

Olga decided that she had to do something to save face.

“Debbie Nelson!” she called out shrilly.

Debbie turned and looked at her coldly.

“What? You want more? Another glass of wine on your dress maybe?”

Olga replayed the events of their last meeting in her mind. It consumed her, and she was lost in thought

for a moment. She remembered how

Debbie had humiliated her in front of so many people. She remembered the crushing embarrassment,

the cold, wet feeling of the wine seeping through her gown, the looks on the faces of the other guests.

The happenings of that night still burned in her mind, fueled her rage, and sapped her self-control. She

finally gave into her feelings and lost it. Looking at Debbie riding on the crest of success, she sneered,

“Shut up, you showoff! Who the hell do you think you are? You think because you’re married to Emmett

you can do what you want? When I become Mrs. Hilton, I’ll kick you and Emmett out of Hilton Group

and out of Alorith!”

Her stupid words sent Debbie into a wild wave of Laughter. She couldn’t stop. After a long while, she

finally calmed herself down and said, “I think Carlos is married. So you’re Mrs. Hilton? Or just the other

woman?”

Instinctively, Olga thought it was a good idea to make Debbie think she was Mrs. Hilton, so she

retorted, “God, you must really be stupid! As a daughter of the Moran family, I would never be the other

woman!”

Raising her eyebrows, Debbie pretended to be surprised.

“So, you mean you’re Mrs. Hilton?”