Chapter 500

For getting too close to Debbie, Carlos would use every opportunity to put that man in his right place.

Seeing how jealous her husband was, Debbie was lost for words.

On the plane

Since Carlos’ private jet was in New York, the mighty CEO had ordered

Emmett to charter the entire first-class cabin. Two flight attendants led them through the bar full of

refreshments and into the first-class cabin.

Megan had a separate seat with a curtain, while Carlos and Debbie had a private booth with a sliding

door that could be locked from inside.

The booth was large enough for the two of them. It was a pleasant surprise for Debbie that she could

have some alone time with Carlos on the plane.

Before getting on the plane, she had been troubled. She was thinking,

‘What if Megan insists on sitting next to Carlos? Should I go ballistic or put up with it?” Thankfully, she

didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

Although Megan’s seat was near their booth, the privacy of the booth was priceless.

It was twelve hours later that the plane touched down. In New York, it was evening already.

To pick them up from the airport, Carlos had some of his staff from the company offices in New York on

standby. After some pleasantries, everyone got in the car.

They went straight to the Hilton family’s offshore manor.

When they arrived, the gates were wide open, in a traditional Chinese decor, with Lanterns on either

side, heralding the arrival of the New

Year.

It was past 7 p.m. Knowing that Carlos was coming with his wife, the whole family was waiting to have

dinner together.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the main building, a servant came immediately to open the door

for them. Debbie gripped Carlos’ hand nervously and followed him into the house.

Nevertheless

Bang! A porcelain teacup was smashed into pieces at Debbie’s feet. It would have smashed her if

Carlos hadn’t pulled her away.

Everything in the Living room turned silent all of a sudden. It was not until then that Debbie noticed that

more than ten people were sitting in the living room. Even “Mr. Jerk” Lewis, who was always frivolous,

was now sitting nicely with a serious look on his face. When he saw

Debbie, he seemed excited.

Debbie’s eyes eventually fell on the middle-aged man in front of the table. His face was red with rage.

When her eyes met the man’s, she could see that his eyes were filled with nothing but disgust.

‘It was him. It must have been him who smashed the teacup. Who is he?

What a head-on blow at our first encounter!”

Carlos’ menacing presence seemed to grow. Unknowingly, he squeezed