Chapter 659

“And she had even hugged and kissed Carlos. Good thing that Carlos doesn’t like her. Otherwise, I

wouldn’t have been able to mock her like this now, ‘ Olga thought with a smirk.

“You should feel lucky that I’m not interested in Carlos. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be hooking up with that

unfaithful man,“ Debbie snapped back in a cold tone.

Olga fumed with rage when she heard Debbie call Carlos “an unfaithful man.” Stepping on her high

heels, she walked up to Debbie and glared at her.

“How dare you call Carlos an unfaithful man! I’ll tell him about this. He will definitely wipe you from the

face of this world. Just wait and see!”

Debbie grabbed a tissue to dry her hands. Feigning terror, she mocked a plea, “Oh, please don’t do

that, Miss Olga!”

Olga was pleased when Debbie looked frightened. She cast a disdainful glance at her and mocked,

“Well, if you beg for mercy sincerely, I won’t tell Carlos what you just said.”

“Beg for mercy? Why would I do so? You’re not Mrs. Hilton,” Debbie said with a raised eyebrow as she

stared at Olga.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Olga’s face at the mention of

“Mrs. Hilton,” but she stood upright.

“Yes, Carlos is married, and I’m not Mrs. Hilton. But he doesn’t love his wife. So what’s the point of

being Mrs. Hilton? He loves me, you know. Beg me for my forgiveness, and I’LL put in a good word for

you,” she said with a smug expression.

Debbie couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She eyed Olga from head to toe and taunted, “He loves

you? Come on, Auntie! You look even older than him. He should be blind to fall for you. Besides, he

has had so many women. Who do you think you are?”

Olga’s face twitched when Debbie called her “Auntie.” “You… How dare you! I’ll tell him that you called

him an unfaithful man!”

“Go ahead. Tell him,” Debbie shrugged. ‘Megan, Olga, Portia… He has been with so many women!*

she cursed inwardly.

How Olga wished she could point at Debbie and call her names at that moment! But someone entered

the ladies’ room just then, and she had to leave to keep her image.

Debbie started after her.

“Auntie, you’d better hurry up. If I reach

Carlos first, I’ll snitch on you.”

Since Debbie was wearing sneakers, she trotted towards the dining halt effortlessly.

Olga believed her threat, so she quickened her pace.

Debbie had almost reached Carlos’ table, while Olga was still pretty far away from him. She started

running to catch up to her.

Her six-centimeter leather heels gave away as she stumbled and fell to the floor, spraining her ankle.

And yet again, tragedy struck Olga.

“Aargh!” she screamed, lying on the floor in the middle of the dining hall. Everyone turned to look at

her.

Even the pianist stopped playing and stared at the woman on the floor with his mouth agape.

Olga was too embarrassed to even raise her head. Debbie cast a sidelong glance at the emotionless

Carlos, and feigning surprise, she said in a loud voice, “Oh! Is that Miss Olga? The general manager of

the Moran