Chapter: 65


    Debbie had passed by the building so many times, which was one of thendmarks of Alorith. Even so,


    had it not been for Emmett sharing thepany address with her, she would not have remembered


    that it was where Carlos worked.


    As far as she knew, Hilton Group had businesses in many industries such as high-technology, real


    estate, cosmetics, clothing, and entertainment.


    As the boss of such a colossal group, despite his age, Carlos was highly respected. His sess and


    competence spoke for itself.


    Somewhat in awe, Debbie could only imagine the pressure and responsibilities that came with his


    work.


    When she entered the building while holding the meal box, she ran into some people who had finished


    their work and were on their way out.


    The youngdy wore a white shirt underneath her coat, partnered with a pair of jeans and white


    sneakers while her purple hair was in a bun. A single nce at her was all it took to guess that she was


    a college student. Her young and vigorous vibe even convinced some onlookers that she might still be


    in high school.


    Such a lovely girl did not often frequent their building, and hence, she was hard to miss. As more and


    more people stepped out of their offices, some of them began to wonder whom the girl was visiting


    there.


    “Excuse me, miss, how can I help you?” Rhonda Wace, who was a secretary, asked at the front desk


    when she noticed that Debbie was looking around like a Lost child. The more mature woman warily


    sized her up and down.


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    “I’m here for Carlos Hilton,” Debbie answered nonchntly. As soon as that name came out of her


    mouth, everyone who was within earshot turned to gaze at her in bewilderment.


    ‘Who is this girl? What’s the nature of her rtionship with Boss?


    Nobody has dared to call him by his full name, ‘ Rhonda wondered.


    Wherever Carlos was concerned, people addressed him as respectfully as they could. Therefore, it


    was always either Mr. Carlos or Sir… never


    Carlos Hilton.


    “Are you a fan of Carlos’?” Rhonda asked, her chin raised. There was a hint of contempt in her smile.


    Before the young university student could reply, she spoke again.


    “I’m sorry. Carlos is very busy. I’m afraid he does not have time to meet fans today.”


    Tens, sometimes even hundreds of people, came to see the influential man every day. But as their


    boss’ status was beyond average people’s dreams, not everyone was fortunate enough to be graced


    with his presence. ‘And certainly, not a university student like this girl, ‘


    Rhonda thought to herself.


    “I’m not his fan,” Debbie was quick to answer.


    “I’m his… family.”


    Few people were aware that she was married to Carlos. And with divorce on the table at any given


    moment, she did not see the point in having to disclose that information.


    This time, Rhonda burst intoughter. Sarcasm and scorn were written all over her face, and she did


    not even bother to conceal them.


    “Young girl, it’s wrong to lie. Carlos’ family is in the U.S. taking care of thepany over there.


    Everybody knows it.” The secretary sneered, and continued, “Next time youe up with a lie, be


    prepared.”


    After deriding Debbie, the older woman cast an impatient nce at her and waved her hand as though


    she were telling her to leave.


    Debbie could not help but narrow her eyes at the woman.


    “I’m not lying,” she said.