Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Debbie blushed and couldn’t help touching her smooth leg.


    ‘I need to pay more attention to my skin. Otherwise, I might age quickly.”


    Shrugging on her night gown, she walked out of the bathroom with wet hair. She thought Carlos would


    be in the study working, but actually he was sitting on her bed, answering a phone call. What was he


    doing here?


    And why was he in here anyway?


    The moment she appeared, he turned his head and fixed his eyes upon her.


    Debbie sat at the dressing table, opened the tube of nighttime moisturizer and squeezed out some of


    the goo onto her hand. ‘It wouldn’t do to get all wrinkled, ‘ she thought as she worked the Lotion onto


    her cheeks, around her nose, her forehead, everywhere on her face.


    She nced at some of the other products and decided the anti-aging


    SPF 2? serum would be best in the morning. Then she reached into a drawer and found her blow


    dryer. Then, gadget in hand, she walked into the bathroom once more.


    While she was drying her hair in the bathroom, Carlos was on the phone with his assistant.


    “Tristan, I need three VIP cards for the spa on the fourth floor of Alkaid Building. Yeah, yeah. It’s for my


    wife.”


    ‘Three? Oh, one for Debbie, and two for her friends.’ Tristan got


    Carlos’ point immediately and answered, “Yes, Carlos.”


    “And build a lipstick research and development center in East District


    Manor, and prepare all the necessary materials. She’s going to love designing her own Lipstick.


    Register a brand name ‘Decar’. We might need it in the future.


    Let’s see, there was something else. Oh, I remember—she loves singing.


    So establish a music studio for her. Put a piano, a guitar, a digital audio workstation and other top notch


    equipment in it.”


    “Yes, Carlos.” Tristan was secretly shocked, though. ‘Since when did


    Carlos be a ve to his wife?’


    Carlos, however, was still pondering how he could be nicer to Debbie.


    “She likes martial arts, but I don’t think she needs it anymore. After all, I’ll protect her in the future. She


    doesn’t need to lift a finger to do that.’


    “Ah, one more thing. I need you to hand off your duties to someone else, including the tasks I just gave


    you. I need you to go and find me something. It is a rough diamond of pale blue. I saw it at auction


    once.” The gem was pale blue and as clear as water. Carlos hadn’t paid much attention to it back then.


    If memory served him, pale blue was Debbie’s favorite color.


    “Yes, Carlos!” Tristan answered.


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