Chapter 682

“Never mind. I don’t have a pen or paper. Thank you, Mr. Carlos.”

Carlos raised his eyebrows and released Debbie. He motioned the security guard to bring him some

paper and a pen.

Then Carlos wrote, “Happy birthday! —Carlos Hilton.”

The driver was moved. While Carlos was writing, he took out his old phone and snapped a pic.

Carlos saw that, but he decided not to take it seriously. He was a fan, after all. What was the harm?

After handing the paper to the driver, he put his arm around Debbie’s waist and walked back to the

Emperor with her.

“Thank you, Mr. Carlos! Bye, Mr. Carlos!” the driver said. He watched the car drive into the manor.

When the car couldn’t be seen anymore, he spent a few minutes standing there to admire the grand

house. There was a lot of square footage to be impressed with. He drank it all in with his eyes.

Inside the manor

Debbie complained in the car, “You blew the smoke in my face as soon as

I got out of the cab. What were you thinking? If you hate me, just tell me. I can handle it.”

Carlos leaned against the seat and looked at her silently while she threw her tantrum. The Longer he

Looked at her, the cuter he found her.

If he thought she was beautiful normally, he hadn’t seen anything yet.

This took her loveliness to a whole new level.

“What? Not saying anything? You don’t want to talk to me, do you? Okay, then get out and go back to

your precious Queen of Manipulation!

“Queen of Manipulation?” Carlos wondered.

Debbie sneered, “See? You’re interested as soon as I bring her up. I can’t stand it anymore. Give me

the ring back. I want a divorce! I want a divorce!”

With that, she started to grab for the ring Carlos was wearing. He grabbed her hands and said, “You’re

not getting this back. You already gave it to me.”

“I will! Got a problem with that?” Debbie glared at him stubbornly.

“I do. Why did you say you couldn’t stand it anymore? Stand what?

Besides, you think we can get a divorce if you get the ring back?”

Carlos wanted to Laugh. ‘How naive.’

Debbie slipped her hands out of his grip and sat up straight.

“Of course. I’ll give it to another guy. Then, off you go. Out of the picture.”

Once she finished her sentence, the Emperor came to a sudden stop, and the driver killed the engine.

Carlos grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her out of the car.

The smile on his face was replaced by a look of intense gloom.