Chapter 87

Chapter: 88

The dean was a little surprised by Debbie’s apprehensive behavior.

Although the dean was in her early thirties and considerably young for her profession, she kept a strict

disposition in front of the students.

No one had ever dared to get close and talk to her so casually like

Debbie did.

Considering the fact that Carlos was Debbie’s guardian, she cast her thoughts about Debbie aside and

decided not to mind that.

“I called Philip. I didn’t expect Carlos to come here either.” Like

Debbie, the dean spoke in a low voice as well.

Without further ado, they entered the office together.

Three of them sat face to face. Debbie looked at the dean; the dean looked at Carlos and he looked at

Debbie.

“Why did you fight that boy?” Carlos broke the silence.

While pouting her Lips, Debbie turned to stare out the window, and said indifferently, “He deserved it.”

Her voice was calm and collected.

“Seriously? That’s your answer?’ The dean was at a loss for words.

“She is never going to change!’ All of a sudden, Carlos raised his voice and asserted, “Give me a better

reason!” He held back his anger as he kept telling himself that she was still young and he needed to be

more patient with her.

The palpable atmosphere in the room made Debbie uneasy. However, instead of cowering with fear,

she retorted, “He spoke ill of me behind my back, and when I caught him red-handed, I decided to

teach him a good Lesson.”

She boldly raised her head to meet the man’s eyes. She wore impudence on her face so proudly.

However, her courage lasted only two seconds and in the third, she looked away, because she didn’t

want to be frozen to death by his cold eyes

“Debbie, you can turn to me if it happens again. I will discipline the likes of him,” the dean chimed in to

smooth things over when she saw

Carlos’ Long face.

Debbie scoffed, “Come on! I’m not a three-year-old kid. We are adults and we can figure it out by

ourselves.”

Lacking the proper words to voice her response, the dean turned to Look at Carlos.

“I’m taking her back home now.” Carlos stood up and walked towards the door without looking back at

the two women.

Debbie clenched her fists tightly and resisted. She didn’t want to obey his orders, but no matter how

unwilling she was, she had no choice but to follow him. Debbie and Carlos both sat in the backseat and

remained silent all the way. The driver didn’t dare to utter a single word.

Upon arriving at the destination, Carlos stepped into the house, and lit a cigarette before he made

himself comfortable on the couch.

‘smoking again? I saw him smoke many times. Is he a chain smoker?’

Debbie wondered. His handsome face became unclear behind the smoke, and she was unable to read

his facial expression.

After he finished his cigarette, neither he nor Debbie uttered a word.