Chapter 721

Hilton and get rid of her love rivals. It was now or never

“You dare threaten me using Carlos’ name?” Olga flared up. She hadn’t had the chance to humiliate

Debbie yet, and the arrogant woman was already Mrs. Hilton. How could she ever get the chance to

stamp on her now?

“Carlos is my husband. Why can’t I do it?” ‘I should make good use of

Carlos’ power right now!’ she thought mischievously. Debbie sat back on the sofa and continued with a

broad smile, “I don’t want to see any of you here. Get lost, or I’ll call Carlos.”

“Aunt Debbie,” a voice called out.

Before those women could stand up to leave, another appeared in the

Lounge.

Debbie felt her head pound. She had dealt with a lot of women tonight, but now she had to handle a

more troublesome, disgusting woman. ‘Oh,

Jesus! I’d better get up and leave!’ she thought, sighing helplessly.

Megan grabbed Debbie’s wrist to stop her.

“Aunt Debbie, are you still mad at me?” she asked with a pitiful look on her face.

She saw a group of women gather around Debbie, and she thought this was the ideal time to mess

with her. She wasn’t going to approach Debbie privately. Debbie was no pushover, and Carlos would

back her up if she tried anything. He had backed Megan over Debbie once, but it might not always go

so well.

Now Debbie was surrounded by quite a few different women, and they were all fans of Carlos. Megan

decided to join them to deal with Debbie

Debbie shook Megan’s hand off and snapped at her angrily, “Yes, I am

I’m mad because you guys are like flies, buzzing around me all the time. That’s really annoying.”

The women were quite taken aback by Debbie’s insult. You could see it from the Looks on their faces.

Megan knew how to piss Debbie off, and our heroine would rise to the bait. These women were from

well-off families and had been spoiled by their parents. Naturally, they wouldn’t bear the humiliation

quietly

The first one to snap back was Portia. She looked down at Debbie and reprimanded her in a harsh

voice, “You really think you’re somebody after marrying Carlos, don’t you? You need to learn how to be

Mrs

Hilton. A Hilton would have more grace and elegance.”

“Hah!” Debbie Laughed mirthlessly, thoroughly amused.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Portia? I need to learn how to be Mrs. Hilton?

You’re dying to claim that title, aren’t you? Sorry to burst your bubble. Carlos wouldn’t marry you even if

you were the last woman on earth.”

After saying that, she carefully put the glass on the tray of a nearby waiter and stalked out of the room,

leaving the furious women behind.

She believed she was showing them the right mix of contempt and disdain.

Wearing an evening dress and a pair of sneakers, she was too embarrassed to wander through the

crowds. The less people saw her mismatched outfit, the better. Carlos had asked her to wait for him, so

she was forced to go to the garden-that was an area that had next to no one in it.